One early reason for my radicalization was my own parents and relatives who talked like this about workers. It threw me so hard as a kid. One side of my family were workers and they were always shunned in a weird way that I at the time could not understand. My red granddad was the smarters, most well read and also hard working person I ever knew.

These people viewed themselves as the elite, the well read and civilized academics and often scolded me for having the “wrong friends”. These were mostly teachers so very much active parts of our nationbuilding/eduacate the plebs projects.

I was friends with people I deemed kind, didn’t care at all what their background is and boy did they stuggle with that. I used to ask these relatives how exactly does the education people have access to define who is ok to play with and who isn’t or who “understands” the world and who doesn’t. And especially how does this exactly define the value of anyone. Never really got a reply from any of them.

Funniest bit is both my parents ended up as uni dropouts and yet to this day they still somehow think they are better, because “educated”. They are not, they are the most “worldview based on liberal tv” reactionaries and nato hawks you could ever find.