I want to write a love letter to all the boys with privilege and try to explain that we were all born into circumstances outside of our control, in a moment of history shaped by forces we did not create. It is a gift as a conscious and compassionate human to be able to examine what the circumstances of your birth afforded you, specifically. It is different for everyone. Some people win the lotto one way, some win it in another. Some people lose on every. single. count. That’s true. The people who have had these different experiences have suffered for things that have protected you from suffering. That’s a real thing. It’s not your fault, but it’s not fair. It’s also not the fault of the oppressed that they are suffering. I’ll tell you a secret about poor people - they really wish they were not. It makes life extremely difficult, when it can be challenging enough even to those with more resources on hand. Someone once said to me, “I just don’t feel like I’m oppressing anybody.” He was sincere and not facetious or unkind. I explained to him that is the point - you don’t feel the pressure, someone else has to take the heat. I really need you to understand that while it hurts to feel like people mistrust you based on things you can’t control, that is an experience people who have not been afforded your status feel all of the time. I need you to realize that one of the reasons this feels so hard is that you have not had to deal with criticism or control - you have less practice at navigating the emotions that come from social correction. If you don’t listen to other people, you will be angry and alone. We are here together, and we can repair our world with love.
I’ll have everyone know
That it’s Sherlock & John Watson making out that’s making me not able to look at my feed here at work