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Ram <strong>Galindo</strong> THE MAKING OF AN AMERICAN Page 19<br />

In time the Roman Republic improved and polished its quasi-democratic system but it<br />

seldom abandoned term limits and never class stratification. <strong>The</strong> former limited<br />

government power but the latter deprived all but a few from the possibility of pursuing a<br />

dream. <strong>The</strong> Roman Patricians and Plebeians reserved freedom for themselves. <strong>The</strong><br />

lesser classes were given patronage, paternalism and slavery. Yet, due to the opening<br />

offered to all Roman citizens by the “patron-client” system of social organization that<br />

lasted through the Empire and beyond, many artists, philosophers, writers and soldiers<br />

were able to rise high and help Rome achieve its astonishing civilization.<br />

In my view one of the key ingredients that makes America the land of opportunity is the<br />

lack of a patron-client system. Patronage and paternalism tend to perpetuate class<br />

distinctions and slow upward mobility. I began to experience this while, as a freshman<br />

student, I worked in the kitchen at Villanova University’s cafeteria. Among my coworkers<br />

were several Hungarian refugees who had just escaped Hungary following the<br />

1956 failed rebellion against the communists. Some of them had been at the verge of<br />

losing their lives when the Soviet tanks rolled in to reinforce Hungary’s puppet<br />

government.<br />

Like these new immigrants, I was learning a new language and adapting to a new<br />

country. We were all glad to have a job, no matter how menial. I think that deep down,<br />

in a still very inchoate way, we all realized we had arrived at our final destination and<br />

that here we had a chance of pursuing our dreams without fear of being forcibly<br />

despoiled. This affinity provided a bond that, in our broken English, allowed me to learn<br />

details of Hungary’s communist oppression, which I found extremely similar to what was<br />

being tried in Bolivia at that time.<br />

Through this personal contact with former foot soldiers of the war against communist<br />

tyranny, I saw evidence that the spark of freedom never dies and that there will always<br />

be people willing to die rather than live under totalitarian oppression. <strong>The</strong>se<br />

relationships reinforced my growing awareness that the fight for freedom could get a lot<br />

harsher than what I had so far been exposed to. Yet despite our common abhorrence of<br />

communist dictatorship, I sensed that they yearned for the presence of some authority<br />

that would give them new directions at every step of the way. I had no such yearnings.<br />

Although I wasn’t aware of it at the time, I was different from them in my subconscious<br />

rejection of the patronage system for myself.<br />

<strong>The</strong>ir mindset had been formed by an implacable education that subordinated<br />

individuals’ initiatives and rights to the mandates of superiors. Without my specific<br />

awareness at the time, our opposing views of opportunity sprouted from roots planted<br />

centuries before. About 450 years before I listened to the dreams and tribulations of my<br />

Hungarian friends, during the European renaissance after the discovery of the new<br />

continent and the appropriation of its never before seen wealth, voices began to be<br />

heard about the idea of giving all individuals access to their ultimate power – the power<br />

to pursue individual dreams. This concept was still so rare that it applied only to the<br />

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