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The Trouble with Privilege

Throughout my childhood, my mum and dad told me many stories, about their respective upbringing in Northern Ireland and India, how they met and the origins of their beliefs and values. Unfortunately, I don’t remember too many of these stories, but the ones that have stuck are there for a reason. Like the one about my mum’s first job interview in Belfast. She was told she had the job, was given her commencement date and was heading out the door, when one of the interviewers stopped her and asked, ‘just out of interest’, what school she had attended. She replied honestly, and in hindsight, somewhat naively, giving him the name of the local Catholic school. He said that they would be in touch, and later that week, my mum was informed that her application was unsuccessful. You see, my mother had a non-Catholic name, so the only way they could identify her religious orientation was through her schooling. For those of you who still don’t get it, my mum was a recipient of a common practice in Belfast, one that still exists today, though perhaps not so widespread or blatant.

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A complicated and layered mess perpetuated by those who fear loss of power and position. What is so interesting to one who is not involved except by being a member of the human race, the conflict seems so incredibly arbitrary and idiotic, while those who have a stake in the argument consider it worth dying for.

The stories around the globe that involve territorialism in whatever guise are what keep as a species no better than dogs.

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