If anything, postmodernism is simply nihilism fitted to the 20th and 21st centuries.
I don't mean to pick on just you here with my rambling, Crankus, but what bothers me the most about the idea of white privilege, and indeed privilege in itself, is the tendency of those who believe in it to focus almost entirely on macro examples. Leftist sociologists and political scientists will gaze at the ratios of men and women in political power throughout history, the degree to which white skinned males sit atop the social pyramid, or how much economic power is dominated by the same sorts of people, thus concluding that it is one's maleness, or whiteness, or their "Europeanness" that supplies them their power - their privilege. This characterization is one I'm not fond of, and for as much as modern academia is obsessed with culture and all that may emanate from it, there seems a great deal of ignoring going on with regard to "micro culture." What I mean by that is this: I went to a 95% black elementary school when I lived in South Carolina. I was only one of two white students in my class of about a hundred or so and I found it mightily difficult to translate my life living in Florida to this new one in the deep,
deep American South. In the beginning my family was certainly more well off economically than the rest of my black classmates, but as years went by that stopped being the case as my family fell apart in more ways than one.
So, where was our white privilege then? Why didn't our whiteness or my father's maleness save us from bankruptcy, the inability to pay bills, me going to bed hungry, my being bullied for being being shy and not from there? Where was my father's white privilege when he himself grew up in relative squalor, when
he went to bed hungry, when he had to degrade himself to such a pitiable level just to get the simplest of jobs? When I was a little white boy among an army of black classmates I didn't feel welcome, I didn't feel like my skin color or my genitalia did me any favors. But, what
did do me wonders? My willingness to be kind, to be loving and compassionate, to be patient with those who hurt me. That was my attitude from the beginning and that's what I credit as being the catalyst for me fitting in. It wasn't the color of my skin or whether I was a male.
I suppose the basic truth I'm getting at is that correlation mustn't always entail causation. It isn't as simple as, "Oh, that guy is white, he must be privileged." If anything, my whiteness and maleness has become an immense detriment to me and my future, just as it was to my parents. I've seen black slums, white slums, Latino slums, whites doing good and bad, blacks doing good and bad, everyone doing good and bad. Does ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation play a part in one's treatment in the world? Of fucking course it does. But is that all there is when looking into a person's life and how they got to where they are? Absolutely not. To me, one's gender, skin color, whatever are among the least compelling aspects of a person when I meet them and begin to know them. I'd much rather know where they've lived, what they like to do for fun, what their thoughts on morality are, if they're religious, what their thinking is about truth, what they think about peanut butter on waffles, and so on and so forth. That's how I treated my classmates in South Carolina and it's how I treat people around me now and I do so not because I'm white or that I've got a cock and balls - it's because I strive to be a more moral person every day. If people want to view me and what I've accomplished through some intensely cynical and envious lens like many leftist folks do, so be it. I can't stop them. If that view keeps me out of a job, fine. It won't stop me, being the white male that I am, just as rejection and prejudice of the same kind didn't stop a black male like Frederick Douglas.