"It Is A Privilege To Be Back Home"
In the 10 years I’ve been on Facebook, I haven’t received much wisdom from it. I say this fully aware FB may the way you got to this blog and that I am unlikely to be adding any wisdom to your feed. However, one post a couple of years ago that struck me and continues to linger in my thoughts was “When you are accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression.” I have searched, but cannot find to whom that line should be attributed originally. I think that it raises up a very difficult dynamic with which I need to wrestle. I recognize my privilege. I recognize that any privilege I have earned on my own came relatively easily from privilege into which I was born. A couple of times a month, I drive down the street of my Eastover childhood to remind myself that I have not had to struggle with many challenges others have faced. A couple of times a month, I drive to other parts of the city, some of which are new to me, to learn more about the home to which I have returned. The question