by Charly Mann
In the summer of 1968 I was 18 years old and looking forward to entering UNC as a freshman in the Class of 1972 that fall. I was also, like many of the left-leaning youth of the time, critical of the tremendous income disparity in our country. That year it was the not the top 1% we were outraged at, it was the top 2%. These were the families who had an income of $20,000 or more a year. (No that is not a typo – that is $20,000 a year.) In Chapel Hill I suspected that fewer than 1% were making that much, but I was determined to find some of them and see how decadently they lived.
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What is it that binds us to this place as to no other? It is not the well or the bell or the stone walls. or the crisp October nights. No, our love for this place is based upon the fact that it is as it was meant to be, The University of the People.