This is the point. Those who have had, what felt like to them, free and unfettered sense of rights, feel squashed when they get a taste from the other side. But they have tipped one little pinkie toe across the line instead of having to face and feel the full brunt of the system aligned and arrayed against others. Rights are not owned absolutely, we have to share them. In dance lessons long ago the teacher had three rules.
Have fun.
Make sure your partner has fun.
Don’t let your fun impeded or stop others having fun.
Simple, yes. Simplistic, maybe. We talk about MY rights. I believe the pronouns is, or should be, collective. We none of us want to believe we are part of an oppressive regime, we are merely looking out for our/my rights. The truth is harsh, our position and situation is the result of a long chain of events. We receive the benefits, we have to own and own up to the history and somehow, together, find a way to go forward.
Cheers,
B
