How do you recognize an intellectual snob

In August 1941, the Journalist Dorothy Thompson im Harper's Magazine the essay "Who goes Nazi?" In it, the narrator looks around a room full of Americans and asks herself: If the going gets tough, who would join the Nazis? Thompson writes that she has often experienced such transformations in Germany, Austria and France. We document the portrait of "Mr. C", the intellectual climber.

The sinister gentleman over there, who is talking to the pretty French émigré, is already a Nazi. Mr. C is a brilliant and bitter intellectual. He was a poor one White trash-The boy from the south, a student with scholarships at two universities where he received full degrees but was never invited to a fraternity. His brilliance brought him successive government posts and eventually a high-paying job as a Wall Street consultant. He always moved among important people, but socially he was always on the periphery. His colleagues admired his intelligence and took advantage of it, but they rarely invited him - or his wife - to dinner. He's a snob who despises his own snobbery. He hates the people above him - he hates, for example, Mr. B - because he knows they got everything he had to work hard for because they knew the right people. But his contempt is inextricably linked with envy. Even more than the class he was unsettled about, he hates the people where he comes from. He hates his father and mother because they are his parents. He detests everything that reminds him of his origins and his humiliations. He is harshly anti-Semitic because the Jewish social insecurity reminds him of his own psychological insecurity. He has completely removed compassion from his nature, and he never knew joy. He has an ambition, cold and fiery. The ambition to rise so high that no one can ever humiliate him again. Not to rule, but to be the secret ruler, to pull the strings that come from his ideas. Some of them are already speaking his language - without ever having met him. There he sits: he speaks clumsily rather than quick-witted. He demands a cool and aloof respect. But he's very dangerous. If he were primitive and brutal, he would be a criminal, a murderer. But it is subtle and cruel. He would go a long way in a Nazi regime. Men like him would be needed there: intellectually and ruthlessly. But Mr. C is not a born Nazi. It is the product of a democracy that hypocritically preaches social equality and carelessly practices brutal snobbery. He is a sensitive, talented man who became a nihilist through his humiliations. He'd laugh when heads roll.