Sometimes you are the last soldier to die...
At Eton, not exactly a progressive, liberal school, 'fagging', wherein younger boys were the fetch-and-carry 'servants' of the older boys and who were, for generations, mocked, bullied and even physically abused (I resume to teach them to endure all of this as adults), was ended in I think the 1960s, when a generation of older boys decided it was distasteful and demeaning to all concerned. But some older boys, and the teachers, fought long for its retention, because dammit they had been bullied and abused when young and to take away their right, as survivors, to get justice by doing it to the next generation seemed outrageously unjust.
Sometimes a better idea replaces a worse idea, and it seems unfair that you paid back your loan when younger generations could have that crippling burden removed from them. But sometimes one generation has to be the last to bear a burden. Why not rejoice that the evil ended with you and did not carry on?