The Obvious, It Burns

I hadn’t realized David Brooks was this closeted. He writes that Ms. Sotomayor is a woman from a large, poor, non-white, immigrant family. She worked hard. She achieved stellar success at two Ivy League universities. Despite being a Latina in a world of over-achieving white men, she has consistently been noticed for her achievements throughout her career, thus opening doors to further advancement. She has reached the pinnacle of her profession: after seventeen years as a federal judge, she is a nominee to become a justice of the Supreme Court.

Sotomayor’s life also overlaps with a broader class of high achievers. You don’t succeed at that level without developing a single-minded focus, and struggling against its consequences.

The world is made up of many such women and men who achieve beyond their initial lot in life. Every town and neighborhood has them. They keep things running when tensions flare, the water or business dries up, and the houses of worship threaten to become deserts or the schools nightmares.

The world is littered also by the bodies of men and women who might have attained that role, but who were handicapped emotionally, physically or mentally by something in their past lives, such that they could not make their achievements match their promise. And there are many in between, some happy, many not, who work hard at home, at work and when they lay down to sleep.

Floating above them – especially in our media and other centers of power – are the middling and poor performers who rise far above their talents because they are pretty, because they never say no, because their families open doors and reward failure without regard to merit or moral stature or even gratitude. They have become presidents, OpEd page editors, and writers of books that confuse totalitarianism with liberalism so badly that all they can do is put a smiley face on their books to make themselves feel better.

Bobo, the grand intellectual and social historian, writes as if in all his jobs – at the WSJ, the NYT and PBS, reporting on corporate leaders, presidents and academics – he never encountered anyone who had earned their place. Has he never looked around him or has he done so too acutely? Is he stupefied that a Latina has achieved their same success and paid the same price in foreshortened personal happiness? Or has he only noticed the familiar: the middling or poor performer, born on third base and who goes through life thinking they’ve hit a triple?

Whatever the answer, Bobo should come out of his closet more often.