On Privilege

At first, I wanted to begin with a more academic-sounding sentence, to efface the “I” in favor of a pseudo-objective stance. But that felt silly. It felt like, if I may be self-conscious, an exercise in privilege.

I am not sure what privilege is but whatever it is I am probably against it.

I satirize myself. But, I also want to think more seriously about how to engage “the problem” of privilege.

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Online discussions of privilege seem to have recognizable choreography:

Individual Q accuses Individual W of exercising privilege.

Individual W responds in one of 4 ways: 1) Acknowledges exercising privilege and apologizes. 2) Points out W belongs to x group who don’t have any privilege, so W can’t possibly be exercising privilege. 3) Privilege? No such thing. 4) Maintains a sullen silence.

In response to any of these, individual Q asserts that individual W continues to exercise privilege.

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The problem (admittedly, there might be several), may not have to do with individual W’s response, at least not only, but also with the nature of Q’s demand. (I’ll drop the letters now.)

When we accuse others, or ourselves, of exercising privilege, what exactly do we mean, and, more importantly, what exactly do we want? At times, it seems as though we desire a confession of culpability. At other times, it seems we want an apology. Yet, it seems to me the nature of our desire is never reparative—can never be reparative (in the sense of repairing and restoring, in a word, healing).

For a long time, the claim seemed to be that we should “acknowledge” privilege. But acknowledgement seems about as useful as the “brotha nod,” and, honestly, perhaps not even that powerful.

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I continue to maintain that there are certain kinds of privilege that should be questioned. I would hope, however, that “privilege” would become a more historical (historized) term when it arises. In part, it should alert us that historical categories have what my business writing friends call “transferable qualities.” When we invoke “privilege,” we mean to say that class (the traditional realm of privilege) provides paradigms through which we can understand gender, race, and other forms of interacting in the world. (Being in the world seems a little too precious.)

Second, we need to emphasize that privilege is not primarily or necessarily affective. One need not “feel” privileged to be experienced as such by others. Hence, the just arguments that black men can’t be privileged, and don’t “feel” privileged, because of racism do not negate claims that as men they exercise certain kinds of privilege.

We also need to acknowledge that “privilege” is not an easy concept. Every accusation of privilege must be as concrete as possible, as historical as possible, as situated as possible. More importantly, it must create possibilities for dialogue. Indeed, it should probably be less an accusation and more an invitation. Certainly, accusing others of privilege without enabling conversation simply supports the exercise of privilege.

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It might be possible to live with others in the world without experiencing their existence as pressing upon one. In such a society, privilege might have little to no meaning. Often, we are seduced into thinking we inhabit just such a world.

Desire (intimacy)

According to the script

Enter stage left and wait

He always plays ob-scene roles, that is, off-stage

And is told they are important

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According to the revised script

Enter stage left and wave

Eventually someone will wave back

Pretend to be swatting flies

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One can improvise

Act desirable

Grading II

Hello,

I was just wondering if you could tell me what my grades are?

I know that I did not do well on the exam. I tried my best. I really did enjoy this class even though my grades do not look like it. But sometimes it is not grades that validate your experience and knowledge.

But unfortunately, our institution and family base your accomplishment on grades.

Sincerely,

Your student

Grading

Having given my final exam last night, 7-10 pm, I can now look forward to 4 hours of grading. And then I’m done for the semester!

Apart from the little matter of the dissertation. Interminable indeed.

Perverse

I wish I was in monkeyland
The place that I was born
A monkey came and kissed my cheek
And said goodbye to all

When I was in lower-primary, pre-primary to std. 4, this used to be my favorite song. I would sing it with relish at school assemblies.

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In recent years, I have wondered at the perverse genius of colonial teachers who, no doubt, left us this song. How they must have laughed at little black children who enthusiastically belted out tales about bestial origins.

How they must have smirked as they sipped tea and packed to return to their countries. Let the monkeys have the school.

3.

How did our black teachers not realize what we were singing? How did they not recognize the connection between blackness and animality? But what, also, is the pleasure I took in singing this? How does the moment of pleasure seemingly ignore history?

In recent weeks, we have asked this question about several terms.

What does it mean to dance to music laden with racist, sexist, and homophobic terms? What does it mean to use such terms?

4.

No doubt, a more subtle reading of the song would say, that Monkeyland simply names a place. Monkeyland could be inhabited by humans and lions and elephants. Being a citizen of Monkeyland does not necessarily make me a monkey.

But this reading is too clever for my taste.

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I spent my formative years singing this song:

I wish I was in monkeyland
The place that I was born
A monkey came and kissed my cheek
And said goodbye to all

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If we want to examine the persistence of colonial thinking, we need look no further than our schools.

Monogamy

Not everyone believes in monogamy, but everyone lives as though they do. Everyone is aware of lying or wanting to tell the truth when loyalty or fidelity are at stake. Everyone thinks of themselves as betraying or betrayed. Everyone feels jealous or guilty, and suffers the anguish of their preferences. And the happy few who apparently never experience sexual jealousy are always either puzzled about this or boast about it. No one has ever been excluded from feeling left out. And everyone is obsessed by what they are excluded from. Believing in monogamy, in other words, is not unlike believing in God. (Adam Phillips, Monogamy, 1)