I’m rich.
Jeff Bezos, Bill Gates and all of the rich and famous people you’ve ever heard of wouldn’t consider me rich. Compared to them, I’m very poor. But viewed from the perspective of the choice-limited, chronically cash-strapped circumstances my parents faced raising me and my four siblings, I am now very wealthy.
I get the impression that some people think I should apologize for being rich. It is becoming increasingly unpopular and politically incorrect to be, or even to appear to be, rich.
I don’t understand why.
I thought we were supposed to be trying to eliminate poverty. I thought that was precisely what I was doing while I busted my ass for all those years. Did I fuck up some how by eliminating my own poverty?
I feel no sense of shame about my financial position. I don’t plan to apologize for my good fortune or my privileged circumstances.
I did not steal what I have from anyone. Nor did I acquire my wealth through a lucky lottery ticket purchase. I didn’t find my money in the back seat of a taxi cab.
I worked my way through university and law school, living in crappy apartments, riding a bicycle around town because I couldn’t afford to have my car repaired and holding down a long list of shit jobs along the way.
It wasn’t easy and I’ve got a couple of busted fingers to show for it.
Then after graduation I worked like a dog (in a suit) for decades until, one fine evening as I sat in my garden beside my swimming pool, when the gate opened and Mrs. Hornibastard #2 pulled up in her fancy Mercedes Benz I suddenly realized, “Holy fuck! I’m rich now! How and when did THIS happen?”
I was genuinely surprised. I’d been so busy working my ass off for the last twenty years that I’d failed to notice how much my personal circumstances had improved.
Some things happen in life happen so slowly and while you’re so busy that they just creep up on you.
I know I can’t take all the credit for my wealth. I never claimed to be a self-made man (see tuscl.net ). But I certainly don’t feel any shame over my financial situation and I won’t be apologizing to anyone for it.
For those who regard wealth or its creation and accumulation as dirty or disreputable, to those who advocate an impoverished lifestyle as being more virtuous and ecologically friendly, I salute you and your sanctimonious personal choices! Take pride in your penury! Revel in your rudimentary lifestyle and personal deprivations!
Don’t wait for my apology.
I was not the cause your poverty.


Nor do you need to apologize. I think that deep down, the people that are critical of you for your wealth are simply jealous.