I think I may have almost been one back in Colorado when I was living on my own for the first time.
My situation may have been slightly unusual due to my disability (deafness). I had a bit of a superiority complex regarding the education of the deaf. I still struggles with it somewhat but don't let it pop up anymore. Anyway, basically I kind of enjoyed staying away from the deaf community in Colorado and (just now) realized that I still talks badly about the community there. Like some other people here, I am afraid that I may have the making of one if I didn't have my lovely wife and a few close friends.
For a while, I literally planned to just sell off everything and just bike away across the country looking for jobs. If I can't get the jobs during the biking, I would blame the deaf community whenever anybody ask. I pretty much blamed the deaf community due to the lack of jobs (a couple deaf people there tried to sue a few businesses and that made everyone afraid to actually hire us).
Due to the recent realization that I'm still blaming the community, I have to reanalyze my feeling about the situation there.
Not sure how well this fit with the martyrdom but it does feel the same. Just hope that my explanation is clear.