Over time, the welfare state has become dysfunctional in a surprising way. But in a way it became a victim of its own success: It became so successful at prolonging life, that it becomes financially unsustainable, unless you make major changes to things like retirement ages.
I was a victim of a stereotype. There were only two of us Negro kids in the whole class, and our English teacher was always stressing the importance of rhythm in poetry. Well, everybody knows – except us – that all Negroes have rhythms, so they elected me class poet.
I could have easily been a statistic. Growing up in Brooklyn, N.Y., it was easy – a little too easy – to get into trouble. Surrounded by poor schools, lack of resources, high unemployment rates, poverty, gangs and more, I watched as many of my peers fell victim to a vicious cycle of diminished opportunities and imprisonment.
We can no more tolerate neutrality and benevolence toward every conceivable form of discourse, including that of magical thinking, than we can lump together executioner and victim, good and evil.
History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.
Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.
I was too much of a victim of the model I created. I tried Change to Win and helping Obama, and then I just ran out of Andy Stern ideas.
An unread author is an author who is a victim of the worst kind of censorship, indifference – a censorship more effective than the Ecclesiastical Index.
A wise woman wishes to be no one’s enemy; a wise woman refuses to be anyone’s victim.
The opposition has moved from a blaming the victim to blaming the victim’s advocate’s statistics. Irrespective of what the numbers are, it’s far too many.