Before Roscivs died I thought that owning your privilege was an important ethic. (Still do.) I was writing a piece anent in the days before he was diagnosed. I was proud of my claims to privilege. I owned up!
I sometimes have trouble when privileged folks want to have their cake and deny it, too.
When I moved house from BeHi after Roscivs died, a doctor
friend—a medical doctor, a general care practitioner—helped heft and
haul some of my larger items. After the heavy lifting was done, a little
group went out to get pastries.
I remember sitting in a tiny
pastry shop hearing Mr. Dr. declare he's not rich. He spoke with deep,
bitter frustration about how people think doctors are rich, but he's
not: it's surgeons and specialists that make the big money.
You can't brain someone with a croissant. I didn't even try. I just sat there.
Employment
fact: (in these parts) even the lowliest GP makes 6 figures. How is six
figures not rich? Seriously?! Mr. Dr. may not be the 1%, but he's the
5%.
I would feel less chagrined hearing Jeff Bezos say I'm not one of those rich tech people: it's Bill Gates that makes the big money.
Pretty much everyone (like, 99% of people) would see that that's just
plain ridiculous. But move it closer to home and people put "rich" back
on the horizon; people somehow don't see that Mr. Dr. is playing the
same game.
Poor schmuck.
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