Contrarian: (n) a person who takes an opposing view
The contrarians of one generation are the high school teachers of the next.
It was a contrarian who stood up in 1847 and said slavery was wrong. Move ahead forty or fifty years and the whole country has fought a great war (if such a thing as a “great” war is possible) to confirm the point of the contrarian.
Contrarians are people like you and me who affix themselves to a notion they believe is universal or perhaps even divinely inspired, and rather than giving into the pressure to be average or common, they persist in pursuing their train of thought.
I have spent most of my life being a contrarian and have dwelt on this planet long enough to see many of the things that troubled me get worked out, discussed and now everyone assumes they were never issues.
I lived through the civil rights movement, and though I grew up in a white-bread-mayonnaise community, I decided to support equality.
While people were screaming about patriotism and Viet Nam, I listened carefully and gradually decided I agreed with the contrarian position—that the skirmish in Indochina was ill-conceived.
I was there to remind those from the Moral Majority that they were neither moral nor really a majority.
I have been a blessed man.
There’s nothing special about me except for the fact that I am not afraid to be a contrarian.
I am not terrified when the plurality of my society frowns at my outlandish contentions.