Has the American Dream become a nightmare for American teenagers?

What at first glance seems

like a difficult question is, with further glance, really rather simple: it lives or dies with every single
person. It's something individual. Now, take what I will write with a grain of salt, heck, take it with
a whole box of salt: I speak solely from the position of, sadly, but it is the truth, the most privileged
of all positions: a white, healthy young man. It's disgusting but it is how the world is. For me the
American Dream is certainly alive because I with my own eyes haven't seen otherwise. Neither
have my dad, my stepmom, my brother, my sister-in-law or my three nephews. But take a black
teenager from a difficult neighborhood for example. Is the Dream alive for him? Probably not
because he's never experienced anything else than the bad life he's been having. He is part of the
least privileged of groups, sadly. Are there exceptions? Sure! Take Madam Vice-President Harris for
example: Beating all odds to rise to the second-highest political position of the United States. So, in
essence, is the American Dream a nightmare? Not necessarily, but it might be.