Test

Testing my posting abilities..

I so want to tell stories..so, I may start a new account , under an alias with only invited people to attend my publications of shenanigans, in a rural Northern Town..it’s all about perspective ..well, no, it’s not.

I think it may be the forum I choose.

Someone said at a training last week, “people want to be heard” or something like that. Hmm..I thought, I want change and solutions.

I have , finally recovered from my shattered state of mind, body and spirit, that my words, are softer. My stories are often tragedy that is really comedic to those who have also survived both the world so cruel and found an acceptance of the truth.

I decided today, which is the 5 th of August 24 , I’d watch a lecture on white privilege because…well..it’s a way to learn.

Having provoked what I learned through being born with the privilege and , yet having been stripped of that privilege , due to ….none ya.

I’m still processing this, being born in Detroit, Michigan or pretty close by and raised there as a child during desegregation or “busing”, living there as an adult , I was privileged due to my race, income , educational background, , social etiquette and was afforded opportunity that many were not.

White children, mexican children and some European students were the only children we went to school with , after busing us to another school. I thought that was normal. I’m not sure, til this day, why we were still segregated or if we were at all. We were taken to a school in what we then referred to as the ghetto, which we learned from my father. I was never allowed to literally cross the railroad tracks by junction or be by Michigan Ave near livernois for any reason, ever. And I had to walk down MCGraw to get to school in the thick of it, if I missed the bus. That was the very poor area. It was not where I lived.

Our neighborhood was very cookie cutter. We had boundaries. And, we lived within them. Parents looked out, grandparents, older siblings and such.

So, all the neighborhoods in South West Detroit attended the same middle schools, not High School..which, at the time my parents were considering…

Anyhow white privilege, yea, it did exist, it can exist, it doesn’t always exist, and seems to have more to do with class ties, money or no money with class ties, education etc. than we have power over, sooo, I don’t think that’s going to change.

Maybe, I’ll tell ya what will change, the opportunity thing , to appear to those who have lost privilege..

Yet, I still have the privlege of publishing this…that’s a privlege

So, being a minority in any situation will remove the entitled privilege given..I don’t know…I have to think about it logically, yes, however, it’s difficult when logic really does not define privlege or why that it is…

I understand achievement, I suppose. How important it is , I’m not sure.

In the seventies, being white and having the opportunity to educate, train and work your way up was privilege that none of my friends in Detroit had.

I was moved from Detroit to the suburbs, and , eventually attended Wayne Memorial, and worked my white privilege to work coop professionally, when I really could have went to college. I could have found a way . Those truths are not being told today.

I’m just not sure how white privlege works in rural America. Honestly, I don’t know how being white in the United States would not be a privilege , ever. Had I stayed in Detroit, a plan was in place.

I had more than the privilege of being white. I had a solid working class , union, public servants , hard working American privilege. That can be striped. And it is given from hard work, and, well I don’t know..if it’s worth it , but I do appreciate my roots and those dedicated servants.

So, I don’t know…these are rambling thoughts