Linked to this topic yesterday, I think:
Mental tricks.
Maintaining illusions.
"Those who in 2014 are still not self-aware enough to understand the fallacy in their 'I never owned any slaves, and neither did my family' argument (here, lemme help with that one, suburban white girl with good credit chatting with your sister on Twitter: if you are the current beneficiary of any past oppressive system such as hiring practices ensuring your husband will always have a job before anyone else, and you are running around telling people how your stay-at-home-mom tax dollars are paying for some working black lady’s two children, at some point, you will be seen as no different than stereotypical racists screaming free speech free speech when caught on tape saying what 'everyone else' is thinking.) I tend to hide from people like that, safely ensconced in my carefully chosen web of white people: my husband, my editors over at yeah write, a few writers I trust. They aren’t racist, but judging by their social media circles, some of their friends and neighbors sure are. Their being friends with those other people—isn’t that a tacit endorsement? What if my WWP is just really good at hiding its contempt, and I am like its black friend necklace? Its gold open heart collection designed by Jane Seymour for Kay Jewelers. Hanging there with small, white children picnicking and playing below."
Shutting out liberty.
Encouraging theft.
Making it culture.
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