Privilege

Raised Fist

Apparently, people enjoy it when I violently express my opinion via the written word, so feel free to skip if you don’t want to read that stuff. I will tag it #rawrz, so it is abundantly clear that is what is going on in the post, no tomfoolery here, no sir. Nope. Nuh-uh.

That hashtag, #rawrz, that was for this post here as well, for the record.

Ninety-nine percent of my life, I have been able to stay in my very comfortable, not disenfranchised, privileged, white lane. I say ninety-nine, not because of a sudden shift in my status. I mean it because, like all of us in a position of privilege in our lives, we need to take a step back and realize that is indeed the case. We need to see what we can do to help humanity. Not just reap the benefits of being born looking the right way, in the correct country, or whatever privilege schema applies to you.

I can whine and bitch like the “All Lives Matter,” “Not All Men,” and whatever anti-truth protestor slogan is the popular word choice. I can say stupid things like, “I’ve been to jail, I get the struggle.”

That’s what I am going to talk about today.

Yes, I have been to jail, or more correctly, prison. I was federally convicted on multiple felony counts. I was sentenced to a massive amount of time before I decided, with no shame, to turn states-evidence and give them everything I had on everyone. A rat? A snitch? Snitches and stitches? Yes, I have heard all of them and have scars that I can’t show you unless you know me really well.

Instead of the nearly two decades I was sentenced to, and I served seventeen months in isolated and protected custody at a federal prison of some reputation in New York. 

Now, boo hoo for me. I was taken into the system and changed, and I was disenfranchised or broken

No, man, no. I went to prison, yes. Things happened there that I still don’t talk about sober, yes. However, look at the paragraphs above. I got seventeen years where people who are, and let’s be honest, more melanated than myself, have received life without parole. Forever. In Hell. I was there for a year and a half. Some of the people I saw in there are not only still in there 25 years later, but they had been there since before I was born, for things that seem so very minor.

So that is how I checked my privilege, the way I took a step back, and realized I am indeed in a position that so many are not. I would never have met my wife, had my children, loved the people I have loved since then. All because I am a white dude in a country that favors you being a white dude.

I am not going to preach the rest of the word, that is not my place. I will direct you to where you can hear that word being taught by people struggling every day of their lives.

Please, educate yourself. Here’s a jumping-off point.

https://blacklivesmatter.com

https://www.allure.com/story/black-lives-matter-where-to-donate

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Lives_Matter

Uncle Bear

Uncle Bear

Do you know what Uncle Bear hates most about the way is going to shit? The absolute way that people could care less that it is happening at all. Some people care, I mean, Uncle Bear knows you care, right? You will stand up for the immigrants being treated worse than animals, honor and love those who have given everything for our country, step up and be more than just pretty words with anyone and everyone being oppressed or mistreated by a government that is funded by racism and avarice, right?

Uncle Bear know that you will gladly help a woman wearing a hijab, niqab, burqa, or chador to her car if she is afraid to go, walk proudly with someone getting care they need at Planned Parenthood and use the privilege you have in your life to make sure people are treated as well as you are. You will help our trans family get the rights that they deserve because they are human beings, and we should all be treated equally.

Uncle Bear knows you don’t believe the multi-billion dollar propaganda machine that has turned us into packs of wolves that protect our own and ONLY our own. You don’t subscribe to “fake news,” and you unquestionably don’t believe that the President of the United States is allowed to do everything he wants because he has an infants grasp of constitutional law.

Uncle Bear knows that when you go to vote, you will vote with your heart and your spirit, bot just one side of the ballot or the other. He knows you will fight for the values that we are all pretending so fervently still exist in this country. You will not let this place turn into the dystopian hellscape that writers for a hundred years have given us STEP BY STEP instructions on how to avoid.

I know that you will do the right thing my Gentle Readers because if you do not, if I do not, if we all do not do the right thing then the words of Martin Niemöller will become fact and it will not matter what you are because in the end, they will come for us all and we will give them permission to do it without silence and our complicit behaviors.

Uncle Bear is not a perfect man, but he likes to think he still knows the difference between right and wrong. He knows that there is very little correct and truth left in the upper echelons o the world and we need to change that or else all is lost.

Love