I'll tell you what's pitiful, dreadful and stifling: a rigidly-enforced cultural narrative in which everyone is desperate to escape the religion of the small town for the booze and hookers of the big city (Potterville in this column). Grow up, Wendell.
George Bailey, being a white guy running a small business, was obviously an oppressor. He deserved a miserable life </sarc off>.
I love this movie and also hate it. I hate because everytime I hear Harry say “To my big brother George, the richest man in town,” I always start sobbing.