A story (true) about privilege.
In the late 70s, I worked at Black & Decker's Medical Products Division in Towson MD (north of Baltimore). Oh, the glorious fun we had designing newer & better orthopedic surgical tools! But that is another story. I carpooled with M, a youngish black gal who lived near me, in Columbia MD (south of Baltimore....a long way from Towson). M would go on about how black folk had it so difficult at the company...it was so hard to get ahead. I thought it ironic, because in the year or so we carpooled, she only showed up on time twice. The rest of the time, she was so late that I had to leave without her. She would often roll in about an hour late. Instead of using her 'privilege' to not be canned for being late, she could've used it to advance her career for showing up on time. Privilege exists, but choices are more important.
In the late 70s, I worked at Black & Decker's Medical Products Division in Towson MD (north of Baltimore). Oh, the glorious fun we had designing newer & better orthopedic surgical tools! But that is another story. I carpooled with M, a youngish black gal who lived near me, in Columbia MD (south of Baltimore....a long way from Towson). M would go on about how black folk had it so difficult at the company...it was so hard to get ahead. I thought it ironic, because in the year or so we carpooled, she only showed up on time twice. The rest of the time, she was so late that I had to leave without her. She would often roll in about an hour late. Instead of using her 'privilege' to not be canned for being late, she could've used it to advance her career for showing up on time. Privilege exists, but choices are more important.
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