Quotes About Privilege

As Clementine walked back inside studying the photo, she wondered what sort of person Erika could have been, would have been, should have been, if she'd been given the privilege of an ordinary home. You could jump so much higher when you had somewhere safe to fall.

Hank didn't know that Lyn had no right to feel anxious when everyone knew her life was so wonderful, while Cat's was falling to pieces and Gemma couldn't seem to make one.

Eat when you're hungry. That's a privilege, you know, to eat when you're hungry, when there are people starving in this world.

Clementine learned to feel bad about her white middle-class privilege long before it became fashionable.

We're a bit too white breed here on the peninsula. We like to think we're diverse but it's only our bank accounts that differ.

The push to abolish psychiatry can seem very privileged when some, especially racialized people, gender nonconforming people, poor people, and their intersected oppressions, don't have access to any meaningful form of mental health care, including psychiatric diagnosis that provides access to other state services (in such avenues as education, employment accommodation, SSDI).

My life has been a continuous fulfillment of dreams. It appears that everything I saw and did has a new, and perhaps, more significant meaning, every time I see it. The earth is good. It is a privilege to live thereon.

No light privilege is it to have a hand in building up the moral life of these new communities; no common honour surely to help to lay side by side with the foundations of their free political institutions the broad and deep foundations of the Church of God.

I had never seen more clearly how streets like these were made for and by amoral cowards, men who made money in rubber or sugar or copper or steel in remote places then returned here where no one questioned their practices, their treatment of others, their greed.

Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man

He didn't say, Uncluttered is the privilege of the rich these days. Or: In a world of built-in obsolescence, saved means saddled with.

Those who have privileges inevitably hold on to them, and hold tight, no matter how marginal the advantage involved, until compelled to bow to superior power of one sort or another.

At the heart of such a view of authenticity is a belief that indigenous cultures cannot change, cannot recreate themselves and still claim to be indigenous. Nor can they be complicated, internally diverse or contradictory. Only the West has that privilege

Life on the plantation can be calm. You can even be happy and find fulfillment on the plantation. It may be possible to be friends with the plantation owner. Heck, the plantation owner might even let you run the plantation. But, all of these privileges are only afforded to you as long as you stay on the plantation.

Privilege escalation is akin to freedom, and since I've deduced equality to be irrelevant, winning with no debt is what freedom is all about.

I don't think the world works on merit.

We white folks cling to such an abiding sense of entitlement that when things go amiss, we cannot let go of this tortuously sunny, idiotically cheerful doppelganger of a world that we deserve in which life is swell.

Only the untouched, the well-fed and contented, could possibly covet suffering like a designer jacket.

Just because there are lots of them doesn't mean that it isn't a privilege to live in a time when you can buy them for 99¢. (about Mcdonalds' apple pies)

Just because there are lots of them doesn't mean that the hot apple pies aren't excellent or that it isn't a privilege to live in a time when you can buy them for 99 cents. That was one of your favorite themes: that profusion, replication, popularity wasn't necessarily devaluing, and that time itself made all things rare.

We white folks cling to such an abiding sense of entitlement that when things go amiss, we cannot let go of this torturously sunny, idiotically cheerful doppelgänger of a world that we deserve in which life is swell.

Everything works, doesn't it? At least if you're white and middle class. So it must often seem to young people that they're not needed. In a sense, it's as if there's nothing more to do.

Never imagine that what you do for others or what you do in private doesn't matter. It counts more than we know. God watches how we steward what is not our own before He entrusts us with more.

And you – you get to swan off every day to your precious little studio, and make your pretty little necklaces with your lovely daddy at the end of the fucking line ready to bail you out every time you go into the red and your lovely little mortgage-free apartment and – and your youth and you have no idea, you literally have no idea about anything, Rachel. You're a fucking child.' Michael ripped the duvet away from himself and stalked to the bathroom.