Quotes About Privilege

That's the problem with men with money. They think they can do anything they want and get away with it.

Because that's what privilege is-the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you're a good person.

And of course they used her like a disposable object, without regret or apology, because that's what privilege is—the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you're a good person.

that's what privilege is—the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you're a good person.

it's a privilege to love someone, to truly love them; and while it's paradisiacal if she or he loves you back, it's unfair to demand or expect reciprocity. We should consider ourselves lucky, honored, blessed that we possess the capacity to feel tenderness of such magnitude and be grateful even when that love is not returned. Love is the only game in which we win even when we lose.

You see, at that juncture in my life I wasn't evolved enough to understand the fluid nature of romantic love (its indifference to human cravings for permanence and certainty); its uncivilized, undomesticated nature (less like a pretty melody than a foxish barking at the moon), or, more importantly perhaps, that it's a privilege to love someone, to truly love them; and while it's paradisiacal if she or he loves you back, it's unfair to demand or expect reciprocity.

You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.

If you can only be tall because someone else is on their knees, then you have serious problem. And white people have a very, very serious problem.

Everybody gets everything handed to them. The rich inherit it. I don't mean just inheritance of money. I mean what people take for granted among the middle and upper classes, which is nepotism, the old-boy network.

There is no bad luck in the world but whitefolks.

What does 'poor' mean? No television?" Steve raised his eyebrows. "It means no money," said Bride. "Same thing," he answered. "No money, no television." "Means no washing machine, no fridge, no bathroom, no money!" "Money get you out of that Jaguar? Money save your ass?

The girl's face looks greedy, haughty and very lazy. The cream-at-the-top-of-the-milkpail face of someone who will never work for anything; someone who picks up things lying on other people's dressers and is not embarrassed when found out. It is the face of a sneak who glides over to your sink to rinse the fork you have laid by her plate. An inward face ---whatever it sees is its own self. You are there, it says, because I am looking at you.

Easy, I thought. Everything is so easy for them. They think they own the world.

I am aware of how whiteness matures and ascends the throne of universalism by maintaining its powers to describe and enforce its descriptions.

I looked down and realized I had champagne, Diet Coke, red wine, Coors Light, bottled water, and hot tea on my tray all at once. The rich, I realized, were different from you and me only in their unlimited access to beverages. For a moment I was intensely happy.

Selfishness is uncomfortable even for the selfish. Hence the rise of gated communities: the privileged don't like to be reminded of their privileges - if these carry morally dubious connotations.

otherwise—to deny distinctions of class or wealth or influence—is just a way to promote one set of interests above another.

All around us we see a level of individual wealth unequaled since the early years of the 20th century.

Socialism for social democrats, especially in Scandinavia, was a distributive concept. It was about making sure that wealth and assets were not disproportionately gathered into the hands of a privileged few. And this, as we have seen, was in essence a moral matter:

What exactly is a 'gated community' and why does it matter?

Being in Christ is both gift and task, privilege and responsibility. Exaggerate the gift, and you risk antinomian complacency; exaggerate the responsibility, and you risk legalistic anxiety.

Success is like death. The more successful you become, the higher the houses in the hills get and the higer the fences get.

You know, at Vanderbilt, there was a kind of boy who wore pastel shorts and boat shoes. They wore seersucker, like they were racist lawyers from the forties. I hated them. They seemed like children but they already looked like middle-aged men. I called them Mint Julep Boys, like they missed the Old South because, even if there was horrible racism, it was worth it if it meant that they could be important by default.

I know people think we drive around in these nice cars and we do whatever we want and our parents will pay our credit cards, but that's not the case. Sure, my parents were generous I got a nice car at 16, but at 18 I was cut off. I've worked really hard. I opened the store myself.