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Marc Maron (2:11)
Over the last few weeks, I've been told you're out of touch, more than I have at any period in my life. It's always hard for me to know how to weigh critiques like this, especially when I'm being criticized for rejecting vigilante justice. Most of these criticisms accuse me of not understanding the struggle normal Americans are experiencing, what it's like to live with tenuous finances or insufficient healthcare, and why so many people are angry enough not to care about the cold blooded murder of a major health insurance CEO. And to be honest, they've been eating at me. Our brains are hardwired to focus on negative criticisms more than positive feedback. I could read a thousand emails praising a piece I wrote as profound or steadying or engaging or meaningful, but I'll spend all night thinking about two emails telling me I was out of touch for a few days. These criticisms were infuriating. I'm not out of touch. My inner monologue kept chanting as the emails and comments kept coming in. I felt more misunderstood than I have in a long time. I sensed the despondency and impatience of so many Americans relative to the current state of healthcare in our country. But I also felt like they didn't really know how I viewed the issues I was writing about. At times I even found I agreed with my critics central points and felt perplexed that we seemed so far apart and adversarial. And then something occurred to me. I've never actually written explicitly about class or class politics or even my upbringing in Tangle. Sure, I've analyzed class politics a lot, and I've included a few lines about household economics, poverty, and the working class's role in the electorate. Similarly, I've made some mention of my upbringing or my experiences, going from struggling journalist to entrepreneur. But I' once written a piece explicitly about how I view my own class, or how I view class in America, or what I think productive class politics actually looks like. The realization froze me. I was standing in my kitchen and basically came to a complete halt, then ran downstairs to my computer and started outlining this piece. My hope going forward is that I can point back to this piece, as I might refer back to my solutions to the immigration crisis or my views on gun control, and use it as a jumping off point for future writing that touches on this sub. So first, I think it's important to start with how I grew up. Class is something you can understand and empathize with regardless of your background, but it's also clear to me that personal experience intimately informs this understanding. I've experienced some class related struggles and not experienced a host of others, and as the lead editorial voice in this podcast, I want to be as transparent about those experiences as possible. I don't want to pretend to be something I'm not. So here's a little bit about me. I was born in Trenton, New Jersey, the third of three boys. My mom wasn't working when I was born and my dad was a salesman at a burgeoning computer sales company. Our neighborhood was decidedly working class and predominantly black My parents owned the house we lived in and when I was five years old they sold that house and moved across the river to Bucks County, Pennsylvania. Yardley to be specific. One of the more affluent towns in Bucks and a much whiter area than Trenton, Bucks county is at the heart of Tangle. It has a great deal of class and political diversity, which shaped a lot of my worldview. My family lived on the quote unquote wealthier side of the tracks. We had a great big beautiful house that my parents were proud of and worked very hard for with a driveway, backyard and a front yard walking distance from my elementary school. It was the suburbs. Our neighborhood was a glorious smorgasbord of free running kids, roller hockey, mischief, manhunt and low level crime. We had a gang of kids who all spent a lot of time getting in trouble together and making memories that childhood should be full of. We moved into that house across the street from a family of three girls and one boy that effectively merged into our family over time to become one. Thirty years later, we still have Thanksgiving together, consider each other's parents as our own, and think of one another as uncles and aunts to our children. Their dad was a former Green Beret who was a major father figure in my childhood before he died. When we were in middle school, money was always tight. I remember that part when I became an adult. My mom would describe our family during my childhood as housebroke. Well off enough to have bought the house but struggling to afford to keep up with it. As kids we did all the stuff a lot of middle class kids did in the suburbs. We got jobs when we were old enough to work, we got hand me downs, we drove crappy old cars that our siblings owned before us, and we did our best to stay out of trouble and get decent grades in school. My dad worked a number of sales related jobs throughout my childhood and like a lot of people in sales, he cycled through promotions, layoffs and change. I remember him variously selling computers, cars at a local dealership, credit card processing and a polymer construction material. For a brief period of time he also managed Catch a Rising Star, a comedy club in Princeton, New Jersey. When all the kids were old enough to be in school, my mom started working in the Judaic studies department at Princeton as an assistant to a professor. Princeton, through a generous and supremely middle class friendly employee benefits program, helped pay my way through college. When I went to Pitt years later, simply because my mom had worked there. We'll be right back after this quick break.