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The Pernicious Problem of Privilege
Somehow it seems the children of the wealthy, despite more travel, see less of the world.
The state of affairs are such that by the circumstances of one’s birth — circumstances wholly undeserved and unsolicited — there are some who, from the very beginning, are treated to a life of luxuries and facility unbeknownst to the masses. While the existence of distinct tracks in life is a travesty in and of itself, the greatest injustice is found in the insulating ignorance of a single type of life.
Each of us being confined to a singular existence, the pleasures of one life remain a mystery to the other, as do the hardships. And so there is a certain irreality that accompanies privilege; it is not a different experience existing in this world but an experience of a different world existing alongside this one. It is a world in which one’s every word is received with a careful attentiveness, wherein every want is fulfilled as immediately and effortlessly as it was conceived — a world so slanted by disequilibrating injustice that every contest is entered on the high ground.
What preternatural perspicuousness would be required on the part of the beneficiary to look outside of that cozy world, so deeply insulated with power, wherein every happening and response is coated with a…
