Is there a choice- being Privileged?

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Growing up in one of the richest towns of NJ, which is jammed packed into various of classes from the super rich to super poor. I am witness to those who are privileged and those who are not privileged. In high school, I witnessed as those who were privileged slowly look down upon those who were not and those who were not ridicule and put to shame those who were.

As a person who is a strange bag of privileged (both of my parents went to college, my grandfather owns 2 homes in my town, 2 apartment buildings in NY and a secondary vacation home in PA. And though I reside in the lower portion of town, I can say I have blessed with extravagant gifts and have visited various of places to which my neighbors and fellow non-privileged counterparts cannot say they went) I am also not privileged (because I am also an African-American middle class female which means that I am double a whammy. Not only am I the target of racism but sexism. Talk about harsh.)

So I consider myself a neutral. Yes, sure I can flaunt my status and possessions as materialistic evidence that I am well off in comparison to others, but the color of my skin and body shape cannot deny that I am at a loss for certain things in life.

One thing I have learned about the privileged is that there are some that does place their privileged-ness as a badge, they speak to others who aren’t and state that they didn’t choose to be who they are. And you know what, your right. But only seeing the world through your privileged eyes is a choice and that is what non-privileged people don’t like.

They (non-privileged) don’t like it when you shame them for who they (non-privileged) are,  they (non-privileged) don’t like it when you speak about non-privileged life when you have never lived and spoken to someone who lives it but flaunt your so called information as truth, they (non-privileged) don’t like it when you try to say it’s not choice (to be privileged) but you refuse, absolutely refuse, to see theirs (non-privileged) as not a choice; they (non-privileged) don’t like it when you ignore their circumstances, and finally they (non-privileged) don’t like it when you separate them (non-privileged) from the rest of society.

I am not putting down privileged people because I am one of those privileged people. All I am saying is this:

“Privileged- being who are is not a choice. Your right. You was lucky and blessed to be who you are. But don’t forget for a minute, don’t ignore for a second that it is a blessing. And it is blessing that was incidentally given to you. You didn’t deserve it, because nobody deserves being a starving child in a third-world country. Yes your parent’s worked hard (just like mines) but don’t forget that their parent’s worked hard as well and there is no difference between their efforts. They might have had different results but both teams works equally to get it. (A painter and a sculptor both work equally hard to get their artworks. Though the sculptor gains a sculpture, and the painter a painting. They both worked equally to gain their prize.) You must understand that your parents might have gained more rewarding results in comparison to others. Sadly in this society. If you live in a certain area (due to lack of money) and work at a certain job (lack of education or racism or sexism limitations) sometimes no matter how hard you work, you only get certain results. Some people live in a limited society  that no matter how hard they work, their efforts due to environment, background and yes OTHERS can cause their results to be fruitless.

Yes maybe they didn’t have their parents working hard because they are orphans or their parents just don’t care for them. At times like those, you should be thankful to have someone who loves and cares for you. Or thankful to be born in a blessed family (even if they don’t love or care for you) And you should look at those who don’t have parents not with pity but with admiration. They was able to live on without love in their life. Understand that and it takes a lot of strength to live in a world filled with hatred and help those who can’t find their way. Don’t let these people go on to be criminals and blame their circumstances, but help them to get back on their feet and live the right way. Not because you know the right way, but because you are blessed with the ability to help someone out and to find the right way.

Being privileged is not a status, it’s not something that you just live with. But blessing, an ability to help others.

So you have more education than others, use it to teach those who can’t get it. You have more money, use money to help others who don’t have it. Whether that is setting up a business that supplies jobs to those who needs it, opening a hospital in towns where people can’t get proper health care or something else useful to the world. But don’t, please don’t just say, “Well I am privileged and that’s that!” NO!! Why not use your privilege to actually bring prosperity to yourself but OTHERS.

It’s not choice of being born, it’s a choice of living. Do you want to be looked upon as ignorant blessed person or as a human being who not only earned their title but has been called such because others have granted it to them due to their kindness, wisdom and actions.

Being Privileged- your right is not choice, but living your ignorance-is. And that choice is one I don’t like, you shouldn’t either.

I will be speaking to the non-privileged in the next diary entry!! For now that’s it!

 

 

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I’m Back!!!!

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Hey Everyone,

I’m back!!! Sorry for my absence-life has certainly happened to me. Bad things and good things, confusing things and clear things. But one thing I can say for sure- is I am so happy my Christmas Break is coming up for school. This year has been a laid back and sadly hard year for me.

I tried to take a break this year by taking less classes but ended up being so lazy this year that I didn’t care enough for my classes to take them seriously. Now I’m just praying that I can graduate from college, get my degree, get a decent job and go to graduate school and finally determine my career.

So this year I have accomplished much: I have entered my Junior year of College, happily celebrating my year anniversary with my handsome boyfriend and typing on my new fancy computer (which I built with my bf) as well as purchased myself a new Wacom Companion 2.

This year I have determined within myself to live my life for myself. Meaning: I am going to live my life more confidently.

That means going back to writing everyday, drawing everyday, singing everyday and caring about my future. For too long I have let my shyness and pessimistic teenage years drag me down. As I approach 22 (yes 22!!) I am beginning to think about what I actually want from life and from myself.

What do I want from my life? Happiness. I want to be happy or rather joyful. I wish to find joy in all situations, to live out my life and know that I am doing things that drive me to a better future. I want to enjoy my life and everyday. I want to understand myself and understand the world around me even more than I did before.

So I want to tell you guys- that I am back! And I am not only back for good but possibly forever through all trials of life. I hope you guys join me on this journey.

-Christine D.

Acting, Writing or Teaching….

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For the last two days I have been contemplating between acting lessons and writing lessons. I don’t know which to choose out of the two. And lately I have been thinking about my future and where I want to go in the next five to ten years. My teacher suggested that I should get a MFA in English, my career adviser says I should get a degree in Creative Writing and go into film or go into editorial work, either as a writer, poet or editor. Musical Theater teacher says that I should take a chance, take a leap into the theater world, my friends says I should continue to sing and my cousin says that I be on the stage. And my family believes I should go the safe path and be a teacher.

Though I tell them that I would be horrible teacher. Constantly telling them how I rant, lose track of my thoughts, have a terrible way of explaining things and a lack of leadership abilities and traits. They believe that teaching is the only path I can take when majoring in English. I don’t know what’s the true path for me, but I know that there is something more within me. Than teaching. And though I love my teachers and I know that teaching is important. I know within me are novels yet to be published, are poems screaming to be heard are songs tickling the hairs of my tongue, scripts waiting for me to read, are TV shoes desiring to be viewed and words wishing to be written.

Maybe I’m going the wrong path, but I believe that I can only find the right path by trying out my dreams. Even if they sound impossible. I know that I will regret not taking the leap.