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I am “white” and went through the UC system in the mid-80s. I would say — and I don’t think’s it’s much of an overstatement — that the UC system as, at that time, like Ivy League West — a place where the affluent elites sent their kids so that they could feel good about themselves (kids and parents). As a child of mentally ill divorced, adult child of alocholic mother — even as I gravitated toward the punk/alternative music scene to find some sense of belonging — I definitely felt out of place. I felt like everyone at my university was more functional than I was, and that there was no way I could ever compete with them on any level. Even many of the students involved in the so-called “indy scene,” were fully supported (financially) by their parents, supported in a way — certainly financially, but also emotionally — that was completely out of the bounds of possiblity for my mother. Because of this, in many ways, I identified with poorer people of color, but that never worked either, because many poorer people of color were more conservative than I was and did not accept or did not feel like the mental health paradigm explained their anger and sense of injustice. I could write a long piece on this, but I’ll stop here. I still struggled greatly with these issues today, and I am 48 years old. Thanks for the article.

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