Privilege Has Its Membership

Friends, Americans, humans, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Privilege, not to praise him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their bones;

So let it be with Privilege.

The noble Caste System hath told you Privilege was ambitious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Privilege answered it.

Here under the Caste System

For the Caste is honorable

So are they all honorable

Come I to speak in Privilege’s funeral

Privilege was my friend, faithful and just to me:

But Caste System says he was ambitious;

And Caste System is honorable.

Caste system brought many captives home to America

Whose labor did the general coffers fill:

Did this in Privilege seem ambitious?

When the poor hath cried, Privilege hath wept:

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:

Yet Caste System says he was ambitious;

And Caste System is honorable.

You all did see that on Juneteenth

I did thrice present him with a kingly crown,

Which he did thrice refuse:  was this ambition?

Yet Caste System says he was ambitious

And, sure, Caste System is honorable.

I speak not to disprove what Caste System spoke,

But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love Privilege once, not without cause:

What cause withholds you then, to mourn for Privilege?

O judgement! Thou art fled to brutish beasts,

And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;

My heart is in the coffin there with Privilege,

And I must pause til it come back to me.

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