When it comes to rapacious 19th century capitalism, my family's hands are clean.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A lot of family members worked in the joint commodities family business. It was a classic case of capitalism at work and socialism at home.
If you happen to be in the right place at the right time, the capitalist system is a beautiful thing.
Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone.
Culture and possessions, there is the bourgeoisie for you.
Other families who are poor do what they can to get out of it. My mother did not. She did not utilise her resources. She had a degree. There was something she could have done, but she actively, purposely refused that so we could have this absolutely authentic experience of the worst of capitalism: 'See? Look how bad capitalism is.'
My father's generation gave to my generation a land of wealth and purpose and world economic dominance.
In the democratic western countries so-called capitalism leads a saturnalia of 'freedom', like a bastard brother of reform.
I did have two dads; one was a socialist, and one was a capitalist. I really decided I would rather be a capitalist.
I come from a poor family, I have seen poverty. The poor need respect, and it begins with cleanliness.
Far from being the basis of the good society, the family, with its narrow privacy and tawdry secrets, is the source of all our discontents.