About privilege (The one who claims to see no flesh but only sees flesh)

[matrixmann]

"You tell me it's racism / sexism if I talk bad about a person whose skin is darker than mine / who has different fuck habits than me?
Who's talking here all the fucking time "He needs to be preferred because he's from a marginalized social group"?
You know what? If somebody really belongs to a couple of these groups that you call "minorities", you won't even recognize him 'cause you're so caught up in your world of cliches what all of them need to be like! You ever asked one of them what they really want? No, you just think you've found the philosophers' stone and therefore you know all of their pains, all of their needs and all of their wants! And you think they're all one homogeneous mass, like there's no variation between them!
Where's the fucking shit of "everyone forges his own fortune" that you grew up with? Where does all the money come from that you spend every day? You really think that destiny is that tightly set?
Then why don't you give up all your lifestyle and donate it to one of the people you say that they need it much more than you?! If you think you're so privileged, you gonna acquire it back in no time and your life won't be like shit 'cause you're a white cis-gender whore that passes so well in this society..."

Comments

[maadmike.livejournal.com]

I don't know a guy you've mentioned but can say that I am afraid to read mentally ill persons, I'd heard that working with them is bit by bit reconstruct your own mentality, it is why psychologists or doctors change the patients. I am not very touchy but prefer to consume info from inspiring me people. Was reading Buddhism for example in my youth and had consume many interesting ideas which are helping a lot through all my years...

[matrixmann]

I don't mention such people because it's the times we live in.
Also, I don't think I need to lean on a youngster anymore who's been dead for a while already and where nothing ever will change anymore.
With having grown, I can very well stand on my own two feet.

It might be my brain, but - I don't know if it sounds strange, that guy ever was like the only person which ever had a real influence upon my life and soul.
Him saying openly what he said in his legacy, instead of many other people steadily denying those things and lying to themselves - this is something that made my journey begin.
From ashes to a soldier who doesn't want to die - I think that's a positive development.
That wouldn't be kicked loose by any of those artificial unauthentic role model figures which you have tons around in the world.