From Princeton With Privilege

Tal Fortgang, writer of Why I’ll Never Apologize for My White Male Privilege

Tal Fortgang, a student at Princeton University, was an unknown, until he wrote a piece for Time Magazine explaining in depth why he will never apologize for his white male privilege. Then, he became a pariah, a spokesman of the unapologetic attitude of the rich white male elite while exhibiting a victimhood from those who chose to check him on it:

There is a phrase that floats around college campuses, Princeton being no exception, that threatens to strike down opinions without regard for their merits, but rather solely on the basis of the person that voiced them. “Check your privilege,” the saying goes, and I have been reprimanded by it several times this year. The phrase, handed down by my moral superiors, descends recklessly, like an Obama-sanctioned drone, and aims laser-like at my pinkish-peach complexion, my maleness, and the nerve I displayed in offering an opinion rooted in a personal Weltanschauung. “Check your privilege,” they tell me in a command that teeters between an imposition to actually explore how I got where I am, and a reminder that I ought to feel personally apologetic because white males seem to pull most of the strings in the world.

The last sentence ought to be something he should consider. But the entire first paragraph alone made it sound like Fortgang was being lashed out of spite simply because he is a white male with privilege. He even went so far as comparing it with being targeted by a drone! What?!?

I do not accuse those who “check” me and my perspective of overt racism, although the phrase, which assumes that simply because I belong to a certain ethnic group I should be judged collectively with it, toes that line. But I do condemn them for diminishing everything I have personally accomplished, all the hard work I have done in my life, and for ascribing all the fruit I reap not to the seeds I sow but to some invisible patron saint of white maleness who places it out for me before I even arrive. Furthermore, I condemn them for casting the equal protection clause, indeed the very idea of a meritocracy, as a myth, and for declaring that we are all governed by invisible forces (some would call them “stigmas” or “societal norms”), that our nation runs on racist and sexist conspiracies. Forget “you didn’t build that;” check your privilege and realize that nothing you have accomplished is real.

So, he’s saying that people are judging him unfairly due to his white maleness, and assume that he got to where he is today because of that, not based on the hard work he’s done, according to him. I – no doubt – believe him when he said he worked hard. Still, that doesn’t negate that he still benefits from white male privilege, something he doesn’t believe exists.

But they can’t be telling me that everything I’ve done with my life can be credited to the racist patriarchy holding my hand throughout my years of education and eventually guiding me into Princeton. Even that is too extreme. So to find out what they are saying, I decided to take their advice. I actually went and checked the origins of my privileged existence, to empathize with those whose underdog stories I can’t possibly comprehend. I have unearthed some examples of the privilege with which my family was blessed, and now I think I better understand those who assure me that skin color allowed my family and I to flourish today.

Again, he doesn’t believe there are advantages based on a societal hierarchy based on physical characteristics. But he decided to do as the naysayers say and “checked his privilege” using his family’s history.

Perhaps it’s the privilege my grandfather and his brother had to flee their home as teenagers when the Nazis invaded Poland, leaving their mother and five younger siblings behind, running and running until they reached a Displaced Persons camp in Siberia, where they would do years of hard labor in the bitter cold until World War II ended. Maybe it was the privilege my grandfather had of taking on the local Rabbi’s work in that DP camp, telling him that the spiritual leader shouldn’t do hard work, but should save his energy to pass Jewish tradition along to those who might survive. Perhaps it was the privilege my great-grandmother and those five great-aunts and uncles I never knew had of being shot into an open grave outside their hometown. Maybe that’s my privilege.

Here is where he misses the mark completely. Afterwards, he continues to avoid the target drifting further and further off base:

Or maybe it’s the privilege my grandmother had of spending weeks upon weeks on a death march through Polish forests in subzero temperatures, one of just a handful to survive, only to be put in Bergen-Belsen concentration camp where she would have died but for the Allied forces who liberated her and helped her regain her health when her weight dwindled to barely 80 pounds.

Still missing.

Perhaps my privilege is that those two resilient individuals came to America with no money and no English, obtained citizenship, learned the language and met each other; that my grandfather started a humble wicker basket business with nothing but long hours, an idea, and an iron will—to paraphrase the man I never met: “I escaped Hitler. Some business troubles are going to ruin me?” Maybe my privilege is that they worked hard enough to raise four children, and to send them to Jewish day school and eventually City College.

Getting colder.

Perhaps it was my privilege that my own father worked hard enough in City College to earn a spot at a top graduate school, got a good job, and for 25 years got up well before the crack of dawn, sacrificing precious time he wanted to spend with those he valued most—his wife and kids—to earn that living. I can say with certainty there was no legacy involved in any of his accomplishments. The wicker business just isn’t that influential. Now would you say that we’ve been really privileged? That our success has been gift-wrapped?

Frostbitten!

I won’t paste any more of the article. He’s no longer aiming as he can’t seem to find the bullseye. But numerous articles have compiled excellent arguments against Fortgang’s article.

The end result is this: Fortgang may have worked hard and studied hard to get to an ivy league school and that his family busted their asses to make it in this world. No one faults him or his family for that. That is commendable.

However, his conclusion that white male privilege is a nonexistent reality and how racism and sexism are not contributing factors for the severe inequalities this society continues to influence and exploit is a clear sign of the very thing he doesn’t believe in. The mindframe of privilege is clever enough to mask itself in the disguise of meritocracy while fooling them as to its definition. As such, white males climbing to the top, or are already there, believe they are successful purely on hard work and brains. The thought of the societal advantages created by society that comes with skin color and gender don’t cross their minds. And the beauty behind it is, that they don’t have to think about it.

Fortgang may be intelligent, but he is also sheltered from reality. He clearly doesn’t get how white male privilege is not something earned, but given on the first day on Earth by an unfair and unjust society. Sure, you can work hard and have a high I.Q., but if you’re white and male, chances are you don’t have to work too hard or be incredibly smart to rise.

By the way, he tweeted this on the Israeli-Palestine conflict:

A tweet by Tal Fortgang
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22 thoughts on “From Princeton With Privilege

  1. Another case of an undeveloped sense of reality. What good is a good IQ if you are to small minded and blind to see the reality around you. Guilt hardens the heart of those who wish to make use of White Privilege while blinding themselves to the injustices that surrounds them.

  2. Not the time to be “butt hurt.” Don’t flood brothawolfs’ site with commentary bitching about verbiage or what’s in print when you, I, our ancestors (and descendants) already know how they operate.

    If the only time you recognize racism is via the n-word then let me be the 1st to tell you your periphery and other senses are failing you.

  3. He’s book smart, not intelligent. Smart is memorizing & regurgitating. Judging by his commentary & considering his social class & circle it seems likely this is a conversation him and his so called non racist white friends (and probably a token self hating sambo, you know there’s always one) have had ad-nauseam and he was probably the most vocal about it. Thus leading his people to gas him up & make him believe he actually had a valid point until he went public with it while they could cowardly hang on the sidelines seeing how well this beta-run of ignorance would go over. In other words, memorizing & regurgitating.

    Intelligence is taking in as much information as you can, particularly that which normally falls outside your purview & practically applying it to life. Everything he didn’t do in this verbal defecation he has the nerve to call a stance.

  4. One of my friends shared this post with me on yesterday. And she is white and she thought he was just some little trust fund idiot talking out his anus hole. He needs to sit down and have a whole football stadium full of seats. As you say Brothawolf “Whitness is a helluva drug” This little fool is blinded by his fucking white privilege. He needs to shut the hell up.

  5. This kid is a walking billboard for blindness to personal privilege and racism. He’s so caught up on the fact that his ancestors and recent family weren’t privileged to recognize his idiocy. In other words, not that anyone was calling it “Fortang privilege” but that it’s “white male privilege”. That it’s attached to the benefits arising from a skin color and gender, not to his family. With guys like this you just have to shake your head and keep on moving because they will never get it.

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