Have I Been Unfair to Them?

It bumped up against my consciousness all through the night, like a boat against a dock. It was question; a doubt, I guess. Have I been unfair? Have I painted them with too broad a brush? Now, when I think it through, I would have to say no. Or, okay, maybe my details were a bit off and fuzzy, but what I said was fundamentally true. It captured the essence of their intellectual and moral corruption. You can’t deny that.