#injustices

You can call a genocide a genocide without comparing it to the Holocaust. It's still a genocide but it's not the Holocaust.

Many, many genocides have happened around the world throughout history and they really aren't comparable with one another.

And you can find the principle all over. It’s the only reason todays societies are functioning. They do so on the principle of „I contribute to the wellbeing of the group and so the group helps me back.“

If you want it’s the basic concept of splitting up work.

And here is the thing why group projects are so rarely liked. If you contribute something to the project, but the others or one of them doesn’t put in the amount of work or resources they should, this fundamental principle gets violated.

And that’s something people instinctively know. Except for a few individuals which you might call „Egoists“. Because for a few individuals it pays off to not do the work and surf on the other peoples „I help you, so…“

But at some point, if you have too many people who have forgotten the „so I help you back“ part, the system crumbles. Because if I can’t pay my help forward and trust to get helped back in return, when I need help. Then it doesn’t pay off for me. And I stop offering „I help you, so…“

But the problem is, that a lot of the activities of the past decades has been practically aimed at destroying this fundamental principle. We put people on pedestals who violate this principle on a daily basis. We put people on pedestals, who exploit that principle and take and take and take from people, amassing resources for themselves. And then they tell everyone „Do the same. Stop holding up your side of the bargain.“

And some people listen, because they can see it is working for them. And then you have one more person not holding up the principle of equal exchange. And the whole concept crumbles a little bit more.

That’s the state of the world we a in right now. Too many people have stopped believing in the fundamental principle of human help economy.

A big part of any m*n's life is being coddled by his mother, grandmother, relatives, authorities, girlfriend(s), wife, and then going on and harassing, humiliating, sexually abusing and assaulting women - and often not on his own, but in group, where the blame can be shifted and consequences evaded.

And women have to watch this all happen, have to endure being told off and instructed to clean and cook and work, while her brother, father, grandfather, cousin, uncle and relative are being coddled and given every right and praise that she will never get. Then she has to find a way to live in this world without becoming a victim to m*n just like these, who have learned that victimizing women is a fair game, since women to them are just lower social value and don't matter as much. She has to fight their way out of being seen as a resource that can be toyed with, manipulated, hurt and abandoned at will. She has to keep proving that she's not it, that she's different, or convince herself that m*n in her life don't see her that way, would never do that to her, that she's protected.

" that was pretty smart, ya'know. " no time was spent waiting for permission ( spoken or otherwise ) before rogue made her way to his side, each stride more confident than the last before finally a seat would be taken on the arm of the chair where she'd found the man parked.

if asked, many would claim to have found the aura of morgan blackhand to be unapproachable, too this, too that, too something that made a lazy approach feel out of reach ── their reluctance, however, was the very thing which caused rogue to feel the opposite ; the need to push back blooming within her when even the slightest of barriers was presumed.

the scent of cigarette smoke hung heavy ( sweat not far behind ) as a hand would come to land on fabric covered arm, lacquered nails scratching at the material like a house cat looking for attention.