classism

I love all people, rich or poor. But in those particular positions, I just don’t want a poor person. That’s not a moral philosophy—it’s customer service with a velvet rope. Everyone’s welcome to feel the vibes, right up until the moment a poor person might apply for the decision room and suddenly “access” becomes a staffing requirement.

Then the receipt arrives like it always does: “Government of the wealthy, by the wealthy, for the wealthy.” Call it benevolence, call it tradition, call it “governance.” Either way, the loving part is the marketing, and the selecting part is the fine print.