The Great Depression and the Second World War
Molly Bernstein
5/30/07

Dear Diary, I am one of the few, the chosen ones f this country. I represent my beloved state in the United States of America’s house of representative. And, although there are few of us, I do my job with pride and the utmost amount of diligence. I say I am one of the chosen few because, today, as I look back upon recent years, I cannot help but realize how fortunate I have been. Throughout this horrid depression and the war itself, I have not suffered as my fellow statesmen have, I have not been faced with the same decisions or dilemmas, I have been living a happy and plentiful life, in the physical sense, aside, of course, form my never-ending moral battles pertaining to the nature of the war. Although I am in the government, I must say that I am disgusted with the views and intentions of many people whom I would consider to be my peers and equals. Maybe it is simply the nature o my job, or perhaps, the people who I inevitably run into while going about my daily activities, however, the vast majority of my circle of friends and dignitaries are involved in either the United States Government, or big business. While it is true that in many sense, I do find myself oddly attracted to these people, I do not think it is because of our view points as much as our social status. It would be hard for anyone in my position to be friends with most others just due to the uniqueness of my situation and the harsh reality that has grown to entangle everyone else. However, there are so many people who wanted to enter the war strictly to benefit themselves and their families, in particular, the big businessmen. They never struggled, nor do they bother to care about the struggles of others. They view the war as a way to fatten their pockets, not help those who are trying so hard without any pay-off. I like to believe, that it is those like me who help out those in need. I like to think that if it hadn’t been for me, and the role I played in our government, there would still be countless numbers of people suffering throughout this gorgeous country that we call home. All throughout my term, I have tried my best to put my own personal views and beliefs aside and act in the best interest of those whom I represent. I mean, think about it. It would be literally impossible for every single person in this country to be heard, to stand in front of the House of representative, Congress, of the president himself, and speak his mind. That is where I come in. It is my job, and the job of all my peers, to serve the lager community, to make sure that in some way; at some time everyone’s voice is heard. Now, I know this idea is utterly impossible. There is no way that I, being nothing more than one person, could possibly see to it that everyone’s voice is heard, but I am aware of multiple different arguments, and I take them all into account when making decisions. Obviously, I am well aware of the hardships people have faced both during the depression and throughout the war. I know, for instance, that Kennedy and Jelani had to deal with constant discrimination plus the