Grrrr. Boooo. Hiss. Pffft. Arghhh …
A little while ago, I experienced a particularly troubling week … one in which my emotions got really ramped up. I don’t tend to get triggered all that easily anymore, but two days in a row, right back to back, I endured distinctly different scenarios that both wreaked havoc with my heart and left me fumbling my way through the fountain of unfavorable feelings that arose in the face of those formidable frustrations. And so … as I often do … I took pen to page to help me find the message that those muddled moments may be holding for me.
I remain so deeply discouraged by the inherent powerlessness of marginalization … both feeling it myself during that particularly woeful week and observing it for others – far, far too often. There are some things that are beyond my control. Important things. Or, perhaps it would be fairer to say, things that are important to me. And important to some others …. but, for the most part, they are things that the vast majority doesn’t experience as a problem. And, sadly, unless or until an issue affects people personally, many will not acknowledge, recognize or even give much attention to such things.
Perhaps it is truer to say that in our dominant cultural majority, we have the exquisite privilege of not needing to understand the particular problems of those who are unlike us … of those whose issues lie beyond the margins of our own lived experience. And, regrettably, we live in a world where assuming an ‘us’ versus ‘them’ stance is often glamorized as a desirable patriotic position and/or a reflection of our religious devotion. Sadly though, this sets up an ‘either/or‘ mentality rather than a ‘both/and‘ mindset. And as a result, a very well intended desire to take care of our own often means that the issues of others get subjugated and dismissed. Or, even worse … ridiculed. Yes. Ridiculed. We get to be oblivious about the issues that affect them, because the obstacles they may be facing are just not at all apparent upon our own paths.
Source Unknown but deeply appreciated.
When you are NOT the one being oppressed, you have the luxury of not even noticing the prickles and perils on the path that ‘others’ are experiencing. And, you don’t even know what you don’t know because the ‘others’ are grappling with issues that have never even hit your radar. It’s not that you don’t care. You do care. And you may very earnestly believe in equality … and … you might even think that because things are purported to be equal, that all people have the same rights and opportunities as you do. Some may even think, if they don’t take advantage of the options in front of them, well … that is not my problem. They could get it together, if they just tried or if they were really committed to helping themselves.
But ‘equal’ does not mean ‘equitable’.
Adapted from original source: Craig Froehle
And so, those with the most power and advantage can unwittingly continue to step over the unmet needs of others. Not because they are heartless. No. Not at all … but because they really don’t see the problem. And, they honestly don’t. It is simply not an issue that registers in the framework of their experience, and so they have trouble understanding how it could be a problem for others. From where they are looking, they see lots of options that could be accessed … they see solutions that are not being actualized. But, they cannot see how their own alignment with the majority affords them an unfair advantage … a fast track to ‘solutions’ that seem simple and obvious to them, but in reality, are not accessible to all. Many, in fact, will speak about their privileged standpoint as though it were a merit they somehow earned.
And yet, there are some places where we get that it is not a matter of choice. We understand that we must collectively seek to disrupt the inequitable disparity among us. Golfers get it. They honor differences and foster equity by offering handicaps in order to level the playing field in terms of skill sets. And somewhere along the way, we realized that the racers on the outside lane on an oval track have further to go, so we stagger the starting line to offset the advantages on the inner lanes. There are many places in the arena of athletics when/where we do acknowledge inequities and seek to rectify them.
But, it’s entirely exasperating to attempt to address a social issue with people on the inner lanes that don’t see the problem for those on the outside lanes. Even those with ample power to changes things, may feel no sense of responsibility to rectify the issues others are be facing. Arghhhh.
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And so, with that recognition, it is so tempting to simply give up … to allow myself to be silenced … to succumb in weary resignation and benignly accept the mainstream majority’s perceptions of what is ‘right’ for this world and/or adopt their narrowed notions about which minorities might deservedly merit some accommodations … and … which do not.
But … to do so … would leave my life un-lived. To do so, would leave my days un-inhabited by the very things that steal my heart and kindle my inner flame. To fail to show up for the ‘truths’ in my own soul would be to suffocate my spirit. And, I sense deeply that this is no way for me to fully embrace my days.
As Dawn Markova points out: I must risk the falling … I must risk catching fire … I must allow my living to crack me wide open. I must pursue my own particular passions and plant the seeds … in hopes of enjoying the blossoms … and … trusting in the fruits of my efforts, even if I never get to taste them myself.
I remember my red-faced recognition of my own complicity in the marginalization of others. I was taking a class in social work. I remember learning things I did not know. I remember questioning why these important things were not taught to us in our mainstream curriculum. I remember wanting to hide. I remember wanting to blame others. I remember my sense of shame … and … I remember ultimately recognizing that if I was not part of the solution, than I was part of the problem … by default.
And so, I feel both obligated and compelled to inhabit my days more fully invested; with my eyes fixed beyond my own lived experience, using my voice to stretch awareness and disrupt the oppressive influences that I become aware of … despite risking my connection to my mainstream comforts – despite risking connection with the family/friends who can make me feel safe in my own comfort zone … because as Ben Franklin so wisely recognized:
And so, with a tremble and a tear, I make this pledge to myself. I humbly choose to risk my significance. I cannot comfortably inhabit the polarized dualism of us versus them. I cannot keep my gaze reduced to my own lane. I cannot step over the injurious conjecture or contemptuous confabulations coming from those who don’t see or erroneously dismiss the complexities of an issue … even though I have an understanding of some of the fears that perpetuate the problem. I do recognize that we may personally pay a price when we make room for ‘others.’ And, I realize that when you are accustomed to living with privilege, a movement towards inclusion and equity can feel threatening … it can even seem like reverse oppression. I get that. I just can’t continue to condone it with my silence.
So, I do expect some push back. But I am also sensing that many in the mainstream majority will want to meet me on the margins. Many will want to gain a better understanding of what it is that we have not lived … so we might learn what it is that we don’t yet know. Ultimately, for me, I am realizing that I have to keep stretching myself because it just doesn’t feel right for me to continue to dwell silently in those privileged spaces …without further investigation about who is paying the price for my comforts …and/or … who does not have access to the same.
I think its because I cannot fully live there … Karen
P.S. I believe that talking about power and privilege is not about imposing guilt on the mainstream. It is not about blaming and shaming any of us. From where I am looking it is more like talking about air. Please click here if you are interested in that conversation.
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