Outstanding. The idea that elites would not promote the activities that aid in success but actively denigrate them is infuriating. I wonder if they are attempting to be humble or believe that those outside of the elite circles are incapable of acquiring these attributes?
I appreciate his comments on the foster system and the importance of families. I did want to pick up on something else. The tendency of elites to hide the secrets of their success. The example of 'fat shaming' was a good one. The normalization of single parenthood is another. The elite seem to instinctively want to hide the secrets of their success. They downplay, as noted, the importance of hard work, connections, intelligence, two parent household, a community of people who are like them, etc... it is a kind of cultural distain disguised as "nonjudgmental." And they will in turn rigorously criticize those who do promote these values. One wonders if it is not because they don't share those values, but rather because they want to guard the secrets in order to limit competition.
"One wonders if it is not because they don't share those values, but rather because they want to guard the secrets in order to limit competition."
Ding, ding, ding.
I especially think that's the case with the insufferable genre of "highly successful person autobiography" that is more memorable for their idiosyncrasies than a lot of the basic ground floor stuff that put them in a good position and would help anyone.
As others note this was a poignant article. O am in an unusually receptive mode for some reason today and I am having deeper emotional intuition about what it must have been like to not have a loving family. Like many my age (born 1955) I did grow up in a loving family, and as you mention a warm loving two parent home is becoming so much less common. Love is worth more than any amount of money or other worldly fortune.
I was not in a situation as bad as Henderson's, but I echo his views on trading for a functional childhood. And oddly enough, the older I get, the more I dwell on/see the effects of an abnormal childhood.
And an abnormal childhood is now the majority experience in America, to one degree or another.
Because of circumstances, I am the person that Rob Henderson has never met: I grew up in a happy, well-adjusted family and I have had to imagine what it would have been like to grow up without my family.
My wife and I adopted four children from foster care; all four are biological siblings who have largely grown up together (for the most part, they were kept in the same foster homes). When we took them in, they were 11, 9, 8 & 7. They had (and continue to have) very real memories of their trauma.
When most people who had a happy childhood become parents, they largely adopt the parenting style that their parents used on them. We adjust it for aspects that we didn't particularly care for, but it gives us a good template for how to do it. I was not able to do that; it would not have worked. Almost every parent takes for granted that their child trusts them. Even when my parents angered me or disappointed me, I never doubted in my heart of hearts that they loved me and wanted the best for me. I believe this to be true for almost every biological parent/child relationship. But my relationship with my kids took a long time to develop into that. My children were taken from a neglectful home and placed in the care of various people who were paid to care for them. The best way to describe a foster parent is that they are a caretaker; even the best ones, who are doing it for the right reasons, are still just paid help. So the children cannot trust them the way that a child trusts a parent; it's the difference between a shepherd and a hireling in John 10. I had to resolve to be extra-careful to not make promises that I could not guarantee I would keep; my word had to be my bond in order for my kids to ever trust me.
The trauma of childhood is real and it is enduring. My oldest rarely trusts someone when she first meets them. She assumes that anyone she becomes attached to will abruptly leave her life and she will often pre-emptively cut them out of her life so the pain comes on her terms. This is a terrible habit that she must break in order to have strong, healthy relationships as an adult, but I cannot blame her for developing it as a defense mechanism. Imagine living with a foster parent you like and then one day, a worker comes with the black bag. You have no say in the matter. It is the equivalent of having a boss that you love and one day, HR comes into your office and says you are being transferred to the Cleveland branch. Box your things. Now. You don't think that would impact your future relationships with co-workers?
And this trauma manifests itself in my kids with a defeatist attitude toward life. As a kid, when I faced bad news at school--like an impending bad grade--I would find a million ways to attack it to get the grade up. I would seek out extra credit. I would ask for grace to turn in a missing assignment or to redo one that I did poorly on. Until the report card was actually printed and sent to my parents, I would try anything that I thought would help me improve the grade. My parents instilled in me a sense that you try everything and the worst thing anyone can say is no. But when my kids face the same situation, they give up. I have to push and prod and force them not to give up. It drives me bonkers. But then I think about the black bags. When the CPS worker tells a child that they are moving that night, there is nothing a child can do to change it. There is no way around the bureaucracy. "This is going to happen whether you like it or not" is a message that a child should sometimes hear, but it should never be the overwhelming message of their lives. But that is what a child always hears in foster care. "This decision has been made without your input by people for whom you are a case number" is such a destructive message to internalize.
Watching the trauma my children endured has made me way less likely to call CPS on another parent. The foster care system is a necessary evil. It is evil to take children from their biological families and pay caregivers to serve as substitute parents. It inflicts lifelong traumas. But it is necessary because there are instances where it is less evil to do that than it is to have children be sexually abused, exposed to illegal drugs or left dirty and starving. So I will not call CPS unless I suspect that the evil the child is enduring at home is worse than the evil of ripping them from their parents. The people who call CPS because a 14 year old is a latchkey kid for a few hours while his mom works have never once considered the evils and traumas of foster care.
My experience really made me consider how much my family made me who I am and who I would be without it. My father and my grandfathers both taught and exemplified the basic attributes of a man: be reliable, be trustworthy, give an honest day's work for an honest day's pay, faithfully love your wife and contribute to the community. Had I grown up in an unstable environment, my talents and abilities would be the same, but I have serious doubts about my ability to be reliable and faithful.
Outstanding. The idea that elites would not promote the activities that aid in success but actively denigrate them is infuriating. I wonder if they are attempting to be humble or believe that those outside of the elite circles are incapable of acquiring these attributes?
I appreciate his comments on the foster system and the importance of families. I did want to pick up on something else. The tendency of elites to hide the secrets of their success. The example of 'fat shaming' was a good one. The normalization of single parenthood is another. The elite seem to instinctively want to hide the secrets of their success. They downplay, as noted, the importance of hard work, connections, intelligence, two parent household, a community of people who are like them, etc... it is a kind of cultural distain disguised as "nonjudgmental." And they will in turn rigorously criticize those who do promote these values. One wonders if it is not because they don't share those values, but rather because they want to guard the secrets in order to limit competition.
"One wonders if it is not because they don't share those values, but rather because they want to guard the secrets in order to limit competition."
Ding, ding, ding.
I especially think that's the case with the insufferable genre of "highly successful person autobiography" that is more memorable for their idiosyncrasies than a lot of the basic ground floor stuff that put them in a good position and would help anyone.
As others note this was a poignant article. O am in an unusually receptive mode for some reason today and I am having deeper emotional intuition about what it must have been like to not have a loving family. Like many my age (born 1955) I did grow up in a loving family, and as you mention a warm loving two parent home is becoming so much less common. Love is worth more than any amount of money or other worldly fortune.
I was not in a situation as bad as Henderson's, but I echo his views on trading for a functional childhood. And oddly enough, the older I get, the more I dwell on/see the effects of an abnormal childhood.
And an abnormal childhood is now the majority experience in America, to one degree or another.
Thank you for sharing this post.
Thank you Aaron for this poignant and moving post.
Because of circumstances, I am the person that Rob Henderson has never met: I grew up in a happy, well-adjusted family and I have had to imagine what it would have been like to grow up without my family.
My wife and I adopted four children from foster care; all four are biological siblings who have largely grown up together (for the most part, they were kept in the same foster homes). When we took them in, they were 11, 9, 8 & 7. They had (and continue to have) very real memories of their trauma.
When most people who had a happy childhood become parents, they largely adopt the parenting style that their parents used on them. We adjust it for aspects that we didn't particularly care for, but it gives us a good template for how to do it. I was not able to do that; it would not have worked. Almost every parent takes for granted that their child trusts them. Even when my parents angered me or disappointed me, I never doubted in my heart of hearts that they loved me and wanted the best for me. I believe this to be true for almost every biological parent/child relationship. But my relationship with my kids took a long time to develop into that. My children were taken from a neglectful home and placed in the care of various people who were paid to care for them. The best way to describe a foster parent is that they are a caretaker; even the best ones, who are doing it for the right reasons, are still just paid help. So the children cannot trust them the way that a child trusts a parent; it's the difference between a shepherd and a hireling in John 10. I had to resolve to be extra-careful to not make promises that I could not guarantee I would keep; my word had to be my bond in order for my kids to ever trust me.
The trauma of childhood is real and it is enduring. My oldest rarely trusts someone when she first meets them. She assumes that anyone she becomes attached to will abruptly leave her life and she will often pre-emptively cut them out of her life so the pain comes on her terms. This is a terrible habit that she must break in order to have strong, healthy relationships as an adult, but I cannot blame her for developing it as a defense mechanism. Imagine living with a foster parent you like and then one day, a worker comes with the black bag. You have no say in the matter. It is the equivalent of having a boss that you love and one day, HR comes into your office and says you are being transferred to the Cleveland branch. Box your things. Now. You don't think that would impact your future relationships with co-workers?
And this trauma manifests itself in my kids with a defeatist attitude toward life. As a kid, when I faced bad news at school--like an impending bad grade--I would find a million ways to attack it to get the grade up. I would seek out extra credit. I would ask for grace to turn in a missing assignment or to redo one that I did poorly on. Until the report card was actually printed and sent to my parents, I would try anything that I thought would help me improve the grade. My parents instilled in me a sense that you try everything and the worst thing anyone can say is no. But when my kids face the same situation, they give up. I have to push and prod and force them not to give up. It drives me bonkers. But then I think about the black bags. When the CPS worker tells a child that they are moving that night, there is nothing a child can do to change it. There is no way around the bureaucracy. "This is going to happen whether you like it or not" is a message that a child should sometimes hear, but it should never be the overwhelming message of their lives. But that is what a child always hears in foster care. "This decision has been made without your input by people for whom you are a case number" is such a destructive message to internalize.
Watching the trauma my children endured has made me way less likely to call CPS on another parent. The foster care system is a necessary evil. It is evil to take children from their biological families and pay caregivers to serve as substitute parents. It inflicts lifelong traumas. But it is necessary because there are instances where it is less evil to do that than it is to have children be sexually abused, exposed to illegal drugs or left dirty and starving. So I will not call CPS unless I suspect that the evil the child is enduring at home is worse than the evil of ripping them from their parents. The people who call CPS because a 14 year old is a latchkey kid for a few hours while his mom works have never once considered the evils and traumas of foster care.
My experience really made me consider how much my family made me who I am and who I would be without it. My father and my grandfathers both taught and exemplified the basic attributes of a man: be reliable, be trustworthy, give an honest day's work for an honest day's pay, faithfully love your wife and contribute to the community. Had I grown up in an unstable environment, my talents and abilities would be the same, but I have serious doubts about my ability to be reliable and faithful.
Thanks for sharing.
I can relate. I was in foster care as a kid.