I'm Privileged & Proud Of It

In recent days, among a slew of many colorful words - most containing four letters and something to do with my skin color, I've been accused of being privileged. This came about because of my post, "I Miss America."

I'd like to take this moment to say: Yes. Yes, I am.

You see, I was taught as a child that shit happens. I was raised to expect it because it happens to everyone. Skin color, gender, blue collar, white collar, everyone. It happens. Because of this, when it happens to me, it doesn't break me. I put my head down, bull through it, then move on with my life... waiting for the next shit storm to appear, only to do it all over again. I was taught to enjoy every minute between storms. I wasn't raised to believe that life is full of glitter and rainbows in a world where everyone receives a blue ribbon for attending. Thanks to my parents, I am prepared for the inevitable as an adult.

That makes me privileged.


I believe that everyone is equal and deserves to be treated as such. White people aren't better than black, brown people aren't better than white: we are equal. I believe that I have just as much right to be proud of my heritage as a colored person. If me being proud of who I am and where my family came from offends another, that's not my problem - it's theirs. I won't take the insecurities or hatred from others on as my responsibility. I won't refrain from saying that I'm proud of my skin color simply because I'm white. It's no more a sin for me to love myself than it is for anyone else. My pride isn't meant to take anything away from theirs, I am 100% for equal rights. So long as their equal.

That makes me privileged.

 

I know that nothing in life comes easy. My parents and grandparents worked hard for what they have. They aren't millionaires, neither am I. My grandparents lived a comfortable life, the enjoyed their time here and lived it to the fullest. They didn't own multi-million dollar homes, they didn't drive Cadillacs and Ferraris. My grandfather, who was the smartest man I've ever known, lived in a single wide trailer downtown Reno, NV, and drove a two door Nissan. He didn't have much for material things, but I never knew him to do anything that he didn't want to do. He worked in Real Estate. He loved his life, single wide and all. He, along with my parents, taught me that life isn't about what you have when you die. It's not about collecting what the world "owes" you when you live. No one owes anyone else anything and, as my elders said, "If you're waiting to collect on something that you aren't due from someone that doesn't owe it... well, then you're not only wasting your life but you're draining society." No one deserves something more than another. I was taught to take my life into my own hands.

That makes me privileged.


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Jennie

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