The worker must have bread, but she must have roses, too. Help, you women of privilege, give her the ballot to fight with.
Privilege
It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.
It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!
Is Donald Trump a fascist? It’s an interesting question that has generated insightful commentary over the past few months, with the best answers situating Trumpian illiberalism within America’s long history of racial oppression, slavery, Jim Crow apartheid, and the ongoing backlash to the loss of white privilege.
It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.
I was a child of privilege and I woke up to a world on fire.
Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, Thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought is great and swift and free.
I knew that I could vote and that that wasn’t a privilege; it was my right. Every time I tried I was shot, killed or jailed, beaten or economically deprived.
Survival is a privilege which entails obligations. I am forever asking myself what I can do for those who have not survived.
People are motivated by the desires for privilege, for power, for profit. Those are not shocking revelations. Anyone who’s had any experience in life knows these things.