"CARLSON (page 1): 'My brother had suffered serious brain damage at birth, and
struggle to give him a normal life stamped my view of the world. I learned quickly to dislike those who slight the weak or different or unlucky…Like some tiny, pigtailed Mike Wallace, I tracked down the parents of kids who didn’t play fair and squealed on them.'
Carlson learned to fight for the weak—and to question the strong. “I learned that when no one is looking, those who think of themselves as the best people can behave like the worst,” she says. “It wasn’t the pale kid with asthma who taunted my brother, it was the tall, good-looking one with the Schwinn three-speed.” And Carlson claims that this early experience made her into a journalist. Because of their struggles on her brother’s behalf, “my parents propelled me toward journalism as surely as if they had the Alsops over for cocktails.” On page one, Carlson says that her concern for the weak is what later led her to journalism.
But fifty years later, there she was on that plane, glossing over a public policy which, by her own assessment, “favors the strong over the weak.” She scarfs down the lobster, eats at Kay Graham’s, and mentions Bush’s policies in passing. And when others show concern for the weak, she rolls here eyes and wails in protest."
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