- “I don’t need to march, I’m not oppressed.”
- “They just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps.”
- “I’m not racist. Those people are just looking for attention.”
- “My ancestors came here legally.”
- “How do you not know what sex you are?”
- “They’re rapists, and some I assume are good people
- “She’s too shrill. She’s such a b***ch!”
- “He shouldn’ta been wearing a hoodie.”
- “They don’t want equal rights, they want special rights.”
- “He’s so disrespectful not standing for the National Anthem.”
- “I just start kissing them, I don’t even wait.”
- “Nobody helped me!”
What I’ve Learned From My Place of Privilege
Privilege is when you aren’t constantly reminded of…
Your race, your gender, your sexual orientation, your income, your education, Your identity.
Privilege is when you don’t have to fear…
The police, the government, the landlord, the neighborhood watch, your future
Privilege is when you don’t have to think about…
Where you drive, how to talk, what you wear, who you date, where you live, pigmentation
Privilege is when you can choose…
Who you’ll marry, where to dine, which color of car to drive, what college you’ll attend
Privilege is when you can choose not to…
March for someone’s rights, listen to someone’s pleas, tune in to disturbing news, see color.
Privilege is never having a reason to notice your privilege or deny its existence.
Privilege does not require an apology…but seeks acknowledgement
Privilege does not demand a sense of guilt…but should engender gratitude.
Privilege is not possessed by only few, but often only perceived in others.
My privilege can empower me,
to push others down
or lift others up
Privilege is relative…
Privilege is real.