I've just seen a panel on privilege. Here's the blurb:
Few words are more likely to provoke a rapid, vehement response than 'privilege,' whether it's agreement with, an accusation, or a fervent denial. What made this 9-letter word a 4-letter word? From its beginnings as 'private law' to the current bugaboo, panelists will discuss what privilege does and doesn't mean, determine how we can get past fighting about the word itself, explore the situations and structures that lie behind it and reflect on the implications for societal change.
It was a good panel; I think the conversation was pretty good, and highlighted a number of really interesting elements of the topic. It wasn't one of those "lightening bolt" panels, where you walk out and go "wow. just wow." But it was a good panel. The panelists understood the topic, were able to talk about it effectively, and were open to hearing what each other had to say.
After the panel, I found myself pondering a particular set of conversations toward the end of the panel. Some audience conversation had devolved into angry complaining about imperialist activities in places like Afghanistan. "We need to really be aware of the patronizing way we go in to 'help' places like Afghanistan, but what that seems to mean is invading and imposing our cultural values on them." Someone else joined this line of complaint. "We need to talk to the communities in question to find out what they want in the way of help."
This is true stuff. I'm not refuting it. But I did have a memory flash to sitting in the town hall in Mol Sen Nikola on the northern coast of Haiti. We'd arrived with the delegation and were listening to input from the people in the town about issues. We'd set it up that we were going to listen to their concerns and take those concerns to the government officials that we'd meet in Pòtoprenz. And I remember the moment that someone said, "y'know, we get a lot of groups come in here. They rent their SUVs and they drive around from town to town and hold meetings like this and write their reports. And then we never see them again. So, you're the latest group. Are we ever going to see you guys again after this?" Somebody else followed up and said, "It's all well and good that you're here taking notes and all. But what are you going to do?"
For me, that was a very potent moment. Me, I thought I'd been doing a really good thing. I was visiting. Learning about the issues directly from the people. I was going to go back to Toronto and I was going to convey what I saw to other people. I thought I was doing a Good Thing. But I felt really shamed by how little I feared that would mean to the person saying, "yeah, but what are you going to do?"
And all that came to mind as I was listening to this particular point of discussion in the Privilege panel. And it shook me out of the happy feelings of liberal intelligentsia. And I thought: these people aren't talking about lived experience. They're talking about something that they read on a blog or in an interesting article, and they got really riled up about it. And that's not wrong, per se. But it did give me pause.
Earlier in the panel, there was another comment that similarly gave me pause. One woman commented that she felt that she was better for having listened to non-American news on the radio. "I have a better idea of things like living off a dollar a day," she said.
Me, I thought, I read a lot about Haiti, and I learned about poverty and about what it means to live on a dollar a day. And then I went to Haiti, and discovered that what I thought I knew was nothing compared to the actual seeing of it.
What am I saying? I'm not saying, "Look, I've been to Haiti and I get more Liberal points." I'm not saying that any speaker was wrong or deluding themselves. But I am saying that for much of the panel, I was seduced by the feeling that we were all self-actualizing about privilege. That it was easy and straight-forward to just talk it through and we'd become more aware. I'm still trying to fully put my head around the whole of the reaction that I was having, but at the moment I had those flashes to Haiti I stopped believing that we really got it.
I'm not entirely sure that I'm making any sense.