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It’s true that privilege is invisible to those who have it. But once you’ve seen your privilege with your own eyes, you can never unsee it. And when that privilege is challenged you feel angry but you know now that challenging privilege is justified. So what do you do with that anger? Where do you put this fiery ember that you’re holding on to? In the past, you would have flung it at the one who dared to challenge you. But you can’t do that anymore. So you have to let it burn you. And the burns heal into scars. And the scars become a right of passage that leads you back to being more fully human.
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
Privilege
It’s true that privilege is invisible to those who have it. But once you’ve seen your privilege with your own eyes, you can never unsee it. And when that privilege is challenged you feel angry but you know now that challenging privilege is justified. So what do you do with that anger? Where do you put this fiery ember that you’re holding on to? In the past, you would have flung it at the one who dared to challenge you. But you can’t do that anymore. So you have to let it burn you. And the burns heal into scars. And the scars become a right of passage that leads you back to being more fully human.
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rob-cochran
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
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