读Bill Clinton的My Life

当时想读这本书仅仅是因为从普特论坛下了这本书的MP3。为了买这本书还跑了几个书店，最后还是在街道口新华书店的二楼找到了原版的，看了价格吓了我一跳：35美元，折合成人民币是290￥。嘿嘿，还真舍不得买呢！随后在一个偶然的机会里在一个地摊上看到了，二话不说就给买了下来。

好书要慢慢看，看到舒服的时候就像是品茶一样香。

这本书是由克林顿亲自写的，读了之后有这么几个深刻的印象：

序：

To my mother, who gave me a love of life
To Hillary, who gave me a life of love
To Chelsea, who gave joy and meaning to it all
And to the memory of my grandfather, who taught me to look up to people others looked down on, because we’re not so different after all

1、每个人成功都有其最珍贵的品质。克林顿也不例外，他在书中是反复这样描述的：I am determined, not easy to lose control. 你会用歧视的眼光看穷人吗？你会用歧视的眼光看黑人吗？你能平等地对等每一个人吗？我想估计也很少人能够平等地对待每个人。But bill is the very person. He knows that we’re not so different after all. 我觉得在这一点上应该从小就给孩子灌输这种思想，因为看不起别人的人，既不会被别人看重，就连自己也缺乏起码的自信。

2、中国人常常教育自己的下一代传统美德、做人道理。美国人好像也没教育，但人家却可以做得更好。克林顿在知道自己的同母异父的弟弟犯法的时候，根本就没有私下透风放兄弟一把，当时他正是州长，而他的手下私下跟他通的信。在兄弟被抓的时候，他也是毫不留情的。When Roger was finally arrested, it was big news in Arkansas. I made a brief statement to the press, saying that I loved my brother but expected the law to take its course, and asking for prayers and privacy for my family. Then I told my brother and Mother the truth about how long I’d known. Mother was in shock, and I’m not sure the reality registered on her. Roger was angry, though he
got over it later when he came to terms with his addiction.We all went to counseling. I learned that Roger’s cocaine habit, about four grams a day, was so bad itmight have killed him if he hadn’t had the constitution of an ox,

3、很多大学生都有打工的经历。克林顿也不例外，同时他打的工还要多，赚得钱也多，而且刚开始就在政府部门为人家竞选做宣传，难怪人家天生就是这种料子。大学的时候在学生会混过，他还当过大学教师，去牛津留过三年学，当然牛津这个学校是他争取的公费名额，全美就4名，不容易啊！以下是他通过考试后的心理描述：Lord, I was happy—happy for Mother after all she’d lived through to get me to that day, happy that Daddy’s last prediction came true, happy for the honor and the promise of the next two years. For a while the world just stopped. There was no Vietnam, no racial turmoil, no trouble at home, no anxieties about myself or my future.

4、看看bill大学时的心理学观吧，估计大家都经历过，可是处理的方法就大不同了(爱好心理学的人必看)：My struggles with the draft rekindled my long-standing doubts about whether I was, or could become, a really good person. Apparently, a lot of people who grow up in difficult circumstances subconsciously blame themselves and feel unworthy of a better fate. I think this problem arises from leading parallel lives, an external life that takes its natural course and an internal life where the secrets are hidden. When I was a child, my outside life was filled with friends and fun, learning and doing. My internal life was full of uncertainty, anger, and a dread of ever-looming violence. No one can live parallel lives with complete success; the two have to intersect. At Georgetown, as the threat of Daddy’s violence dissipated, then disappeared, I had been more able to live one coherent life. Now the draft dilemma brought back my internal life with a vengeance. Beneath my new and exciting external life, the old demons of self-doubt and impending destruction reared their ugly heads again.

I would continue to struggle to merge the parallel lives, to live with my mind, body, and spirit in the same place. In the meantime, I have tried to make my external life as good as possible, and to survive the dangers and relieve the pain of my internal life. This probably explains my profound admiration for the personal courage of soldiers and others who put their lives at risk for honorable causes, and my visceral hatred of violence and abuse of power; my passion for public service and my deep sympathy for the problems of other people; the solace I have found in human companionship and the difficulty I’ve had in letting anyone into the deepest recesses of my internal life. It was dark down there.

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