by
Elia Kazan
I had become the target of opportunity for people seeking to promote themselves at my expense and an easy mark for every self-righteous prick in New York and Hollywood. I was especially scornful of the wealthy “liberals” in southern California who’d never lived without servants, never been involved in any action except a divorce action, and only seen the life of the streets through the windows of an expensive car.
right so everyone's unworthy then