I actually went and checked the origins of my privileged existence, to empathize with those whose underdog stories I can’t possibly comprehend.I have unearthed some examples of the privilege with which my family was blessed, and now I think I better understand those who assure me that skin color allowed my family and I to flourish today.And second, that such a place was one where they could legally enter, learn the language, and acclimate to a society that ultimately allowed them to flourish.It was their privilege to come to a country that grants equal protection under the law to its citizens, that cares not about religion or race, but the content of your character. Regarding ticket resale: we take great efforts and have many methods of finding out what inventory is being sold on "broker" sites like Stubhub and Vivid Seats and immediately invalidating those tickets.
Behind every success, large or small, there is a story, and it isn’t always told by sex or skin color.
But when we do it by passing along property and a set of values, it’s called “privilege.” (And when we do it by raising questions about our crippling national debt, we’re called Tea Party radicals.) Such sacrifice of any form shouldn’t be scorned, but admired. I recognize that it was my parents’ privilege and now my own that there is such a thing as an American dream which is attainable even for a penniless Jewish immigrant.
I am privileged that values like faith and education were passed along to me.
You don’t know what their struggles have been, what they may have gone through to be where they are.
Assuming they’ve benefitted from “power systems” or other conspiratorial imaginary institutions denies them credit for all they’ve done, things of which you may not even conceive.