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Social justice
Apr. 2nd, 2013 10:14 pmI have been thinking about social-justice culture recently.
More specifically, I've been thinking about issues like the ones Marabet-ing raises in this blog post on callout culture, as well as one of the (many) reasons I'm no longer active on Tumblr. I am not entirely sure how to put these thoughts into words at all, especially not words I am confident will be understood. But the thoughts aren't going away, so I have to try.
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This is about my individual reactions and convictions, and is not intended as a critique on others' behavior, though it may come across that way. I am imperfect; my words are imperfect. It is an examination of why I do not feel safe in certain spaces. The reasons I feel unsafe in these spaces, which are spaces created by others, are because of the perceived assumptions of others, and the actions of others. I want to avoid saying either that I am right and they are in the wrong or that they are right and I am in the wrong. This is an examination of a predicament that exists between external conventions-and-assumptions and my own experiences-and-reactions. Casting these into the roles of "right" and "wrong" distorts, grossly simplifies, and imposes a moral judgement which is not inherent to the predicament itself.
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( But these are things which exist. )
More specifically, I've been thinking about issues like the ones Marabet-ing raises in this blog post on callout culture, as well as one of the (many) reasons I'm no longer active on Tumblr. I am not entirely sure how to put these thoughts into words at all, especially not words I am confident will be understood. But the thoughts aren't going away, so I have to try.
.
This is about my individual reactions and convictions, and is not intended as a critique on others' behavior, though it may come across that way. I am imperfect; my words are imperfect. It is an examination of why I do not feel safe in certain spaces. The reasons I feel unsafe in these spaces, which are spaces created by others, are because of the perceived assumptions of others, and the actions of others. I want to avoid saying either that I am right and they are in the wrong or that they are right and I am in the wrong. This is an examination of a predicament that exists between external conventions-and-assumptions and my own experiences-and-reactions. Casting these into the roles of "right" and "wrong" distorts, grossly simplifies, and imposes a moral judgement which is not inherent to the predicament itself.
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( But these are things which exist. )
