I suppose it was after I read The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. That, plus my own personal struggles and being homeless despite working my ass off (and all of the issues that spawned from that), made it pretty apparent that life here wasn’t as easy and great as I was raised to believe. I still love everything this country claims to be, and I appreciate how people can be upwardly mobile, and how refuges can come here and create a better life for themselves, but I definitely recognize the areas where we need to be a lot better.