I got an e-mail last week from a former student who graduated 18 years ago. He was reacting to President Obama’s comment in Roanoke, Virginia, on July 13: “Look, if you’ve been successful, you didn’t get there on your own. You didn’t get there on your own. I’m always struck by people who think, well, it must be because I was just so smart. There are a lot of smart people out there. It must be because I worked harder than everybody else. Let me tell you something. There are a whole bunch of hardworking people out there. If you were successful, somebody along the line gave you some help. There was a great teacher somewhere in your life. Somebody helped to create this unbelievable American system that we have that allowed you to thrive. Somebody invested in roads and bridges. If you’ve got a business, you didn’t build that. Somebody else made that happen” 

Here’s the student’s e-mail:

It has been at least 12 years since I last saw you and even longer since I was a student in your economics class.

When I heard President Obama’s speech from Roanoke, I was sick. How could a man, a sitting president, make such spirit-crushing comments?

If I am successful, I didn’t get there on my own? I wasn’t smarter or didn’t work harder than everyone else?

Obama said I may have had great teachers along the way (true, and you were one of them), and I had roads and bridges, blah blah blah.

I asked to go to college right after high school. I was the only one of three in my family who asked to go. My father told me I was too stupid to go to college.

So I went into the Navy to get the G.I. bill. I did my four years, got out and started to build a family and a career and finally got to go to college when I was 31 years old.

I had to wait until I could do it — nobody did it for me. I worked full-time, part-time, and tutored on the weekends to help make ends meet.

Going to school two nights a week and taking CLEP tests, I was able to graduate Summa Cum Laude in 6.5 years. I worked from 7:00 a.m. until 11:00 p.m. seven days a week with all the extra studying I had to do to make the grade.

When they called the 17 of us up to the stage at the graduation ceremony to receive our Summa Cum Laude recognition, I was proud of what I had accomplished — 17 out of a graduating class of 1,007 students.

If I had listened to my dad, or accepted my station in life, I might be looking for a handout now or some justification as to why it’s okay to give up.

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