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People in a group that benefit from oppression are not inherently oppressors

You only become an oppressor when you act on that oppression yourself, not when you passively share an identity

Cishet Steve isn't my oppressor because he's cishet, he's my oppressor because he's standing on my yard telling me all faggots go to hell and firing his gun 27 times

And even though he shares an exact identity with Cishet Nathan, Cishet Nathan is my ally because he took out his gun and told Cishet Steve to fuck off. While Cishet Nathan may benefit from not being queer, he isn't my oppressor because he's using the little power he has to help my situation

Furthermore, if Gaytrans Lucas stood on my yard and did the exact same thing Cishet Steve did, he would be my oppressor because he aligned himself with my oppressor. Even though Gaytrans Lucas gets nothing out of being my oppressor, he has still decided to do oppressive acts

The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down “dragons” with short spears next year.

On the seventh day of May in the year of 2016 on hither spot the mighty warrior Ulf hath slain a dragon with his spear.

i have no interesting story to tell to land myself on your DEI board. i have no universalizing statement of kindness. i have nothing to say about how a Jew is a Jew is a Jew. i have no explanation of the lessons i should have learned by the genocide my great grandparents avoided, only because they had to survive a different one. it's all been said before.

i can tell you the story of how my great grandfather escaped the pogroms by hiding in a wagon. how he made it to America with nothing. I can tell you about the lack of documentation i have of my family's history. I can tell you about the crouton recipe passed down through my family through visual learning. i can tell you we found eight generations of my family history, all through the maternal line (you always know who the mother is). i can tell you they lived in Riga and had yiddish names. I can tell you I have a very American name. I know what my paternal great grandfather's surname was, but I cannot spell it. he changed it after immigration. his first name too. i can tell you my mother was asked if she had horns growing up. i can tell you people misspell her name, make fun of it (it is Hebrew.) I can tell you kids stared at me in middle school when the holocaust was mentioned. I can tell you about the times i experienced what is legally a hate crime in the places my family had to leave. I can tell you why I knock on wood, why I was named for my mother's late grandmother, why I haven't been to a funeral, why my grandma hates tattoos. I can tell you about my experience as a third generation American. I can tell you about my family about Jewish geography about summer camps and community centers and Jewish day school. I can tell you about the first time I was told I was going to hell. I can tell you how sad other kids were when I said I dont celebrate christmas, how they assumed it must be because my parents dont love me. I can tell you how adults act the same way now when given this information. I can tell you how I felt the day 1200 Jews were murdered in ways I knew in my bones. I can tell you that it felt like i was reliving a memory passed to me through the womb.

“You can always assume one thing about your clients; and that is that they are doing their best. Always assume everyone is doing their best. And if they’re having a day where their best just isn’t that great, or their best doesn’t look like your best, you have to be okay with that.”