Quotes About Privilege

The upscale neighborhoods in Blue Sky Hill weren't all lily white anymore, but you could be sure their kids didn't wear our kind of clothes, or get free lunches at the Summer Kitchen, or pick up used books and magazines down at the Book Basket store, or go to the public school. These days it wasn't about what color you were, but how much money you had. The same, only different. It was still people not wanting to be with people who weren't their kind.

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.

Almost all reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people ... To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober.

Like having your own licence to print money.

El error más grave que han cometido los parias, a lo largo de la historia, ha sido confiar en los hijos de papá.

He's a member of the provincial legislative assembly. She is a top city lawyer. They both have children. They always pick a place like this. Something industrial. Dank. Deserted. Tagged with graffiti, littered with urban detritus. Sordid yet delicious in a disreputable way. It's their quirk—fornicating against backdrops of squalor. Juxtaposing their glamour and brains and wealth and privilege against these gritty urban canvases

I don't have to work. I could buy your fucking penthouse twice over myself with my trust fund.

Everything, Dr. Bradley. I want to take it all. I want to destroy you and your fake family who live in that eggplant house behind a facade of privilege. You make me sick, Lily Bradley. And so does your husband.

The Jogger Killer is currently terrorizing women who are now too scared to go out running alone. And Rulandi Duval is a pit bull with a chip on her shoulder. She's a woman in a position of power in a traditionally male environment, and she's got something to prove. You and Tom also ooze privilege. You live in Story Cove. You own a boat. It's moored at an exclusive marina. You belong to a country club.

Anxiety bites. He's judging her. Judging her whole stupid, conservative, privileged, white family—she can see it, feel it.

The bourgeoisie is so tediously self-righteous.

We pray against things but fail to protest them. This low view of systemic sin, this privileged paradigm of power, makes it easy for us to ignore the way we treat women in church.

He had never before realized the blessedness of silence - the freedom to be silent, rather, if one chose. He had never realized, somehow, that such blessedness might be his privilege. He was Doc Mc Coy, and Doc Mc Coy was born to the obligation of being one hell of a guy.

For people of faith and conscience, these issues about implicit racial bias and the realities of white privilege in our society are not just political matters; they are moral and religious questions.

White privilege is a sin of which we must repent, and the best way to show that is by changing practices and policies—and by helping to create new communities that provide for another way.

Privilege is something else. Privilege is a judgment. Privilege is an opinion. Privilege is an accusation.

One question: would you have called buying pastel linen dresses for Saigon a mark of 'privilege'? Or would you have called it more a mark of bone stupidity?

careful aperçus about tennis bums and failed fashion models and Greek shipping heiresses, one of whom taught me a significant lesson (a lesson I could have learned from F. Scott Fitzgerald, but perhaps we all must meet the very rich for ourselves) by asking, when I arrived to interview her in her orchid-filled sitting room on the second day of a paralyzing New York blizzard, whether it was snowing outside.

In other words she was wrenched, even as she hung between death and life and later between insentience and sentience, into New York's ideal sister, daughter, Bacharach bride: a young woman of conventional middle-class privilege and promise whose situation was such that many people tended to overlook the fact that the state's case against the accused was not invulnerable.

At the level of high culture with which this book is concerned, active bigotry is probably fairly rare. It is also hardly ever necessary , since the social context is so far from neutral. To act in a way both sexist and racist, to maintain one's class privilege, it is only necessary to act in the customary, ordinary, usual, even polite manner.

Privileged groups, like everyone else, want to think well of themselves and to believe that they are acting generously and justly.

When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.

That's because racism isn't just about hate. We all have biases, even if don't think we do. It's because racism is also about who has power…and who has access to it.