Privilege

You've lived a nice life with little you have to fear. Those few moments you felt a twinge of fear, you had the good luck, or the good sense, to retreat, and you breathed a deep sigh of relief, and maybe, for a good moment, you reflected, on your good fortune not to be born among those or, of those, for whom fear is always a good part of life. But, for you, the fear soon passed and you always took advantage of your advantage, and only gave a passing thought to those, who at any moment might be denied justice, or found one day mutilated and raped in a hotel room, or dragged to death down a country road, or left pistol whipped to death and hung from a Wyoming fence. You see little connection between these things and your nice life and the little you have to fear.