Maybe a small experience of pseudo-race/whateverism
Wow that was uncomfortable. For my spring vacation, with my family, I went to San Diego and went to Universal Studios for a day. We had purchased these passes, that could be considered more or less pricy, but had the same function as fast passes at Disneyworld, save they were only for those who could afford it. In my father's hard work and dedication to his family and business, he has deserved a great fun vacation with is family, and without waiting in lines for hours. But what have I done to deserve this? I was born. I know I am an important addition to my family, but I really am lucky to be born here, in this family, at this time. There are so many other innocent kids out there who could have been amazing people, but were suppressed by parental, financial, medical issues, that are probably more deserving of this loving family, community, and financial stability. Maybe that's why I felt so uncomfortable walking past the many other people that had to wait in line for those, undoubtedly, many hours.
It reminded me of the times and places that have exhibited superiority according to race, gender, or location on the classes of economy. One of the most shameful periods of the world, particularly the U.S., in my opinion, was the slavery age. I can't comprehend how some people could actually think that they were set apart, better in every aspect, like dog to its master, from another just because of the color of their skin, race or ethnicity! They were simply born in a different region of the world, or by different parents, and for some reason that makes those unlucky few, that had probably been through a much rougher life than most, not worth more than a beast of burden. I just so happen to be born into a fortunate family, with loving, hard-workers for parents. There is injustice here, though it is not the fact that people are born into certain families, but it is the trampling upon races instead of aiding them, and helping them become as comfortable as they can be.
The real crime is not, of course, being born to those more fortunate, but is to not use it for the good of others. In this sense, all of our provisions should be shared with others that deserve it, rather than hoarding that which we have been given from birth, which is not entirely right to keep for ourselves simply because we were born with a more intelligent mind, into a richer family, etc. Who knows, that it might just be possible someone will part with some of their own good fortune to your benefit someday.
It reminded me of the times and places that have exhibited superiority according to race, gender, or location on the classes of economy. One of the most shameful periods of the world, particularly the U.S., in my opinion, was the slavery age. I can't comprehend how some people could actually think that they were set apart, better in every aspect, like dog to its master, from another just because of the color of their skin, race or ethnicity! They were simply born in a different region of the world, or by different parents, and for some reason that makes those unlucky few, that had probably been through a much rougher life than most, not worth more than a beast of burden. I just so happen to be born into a fortunate family, with loving, hard-workers for parents. There is injustice here, though it is not the fact that people are born into certain families, but it is the trampling upon races instead of aiding them, and helping them become as comfortable as they can be.
The real crime is not, of course, being born to those more fortunate, but is to not use it for the good of others. In this sense, all of our provisions should be shared with others that deserve it, rather than hoarding that which we have been given from birth, which is not entirely right to keep for ourselves simply because we were born with a more intelligent mind, into a richer family, etc. Who knows, that it might just be possible someone will part with some of their own good fortune to your benefit someday.

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