My dad drove a cab in Queens for twenty years. He used to point at the skyline and tell me, "nobody gave those buildings to anybody." Corny, I know. But he came here with forty dollars and a cousin's phone number, and the whole reason he picked this country over others is that here, the ceiling wasn't decided in advance. I'm not defending any particular billionaire. Some of them are genuinely awful people. I'm defending the idea that a kid like my dad was gets to believe there's no cap. The day America announces "you can be successful, but not too successful," that story dies, and it dies for the poor kids first, because rich kids never needed the story. They already have the money.
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