Over 50 protests around the world. Thousands of people standing up against a horrible grim reality of unnecessary police brutality that ravishes their communities.
Privilege is seeing these events unravel on the television screen in front of you, and having your thoughts settle on "God, what an unnecessary traffic jam." Privilege is reading a story of a black man's struggling with the disconnect between what he and his coworkers find relevant issues, and picking it apart line by line searching for cracks for you large enough for you sit back and decide:
"I have as much sympathy for those people as I do for the author: not much"
The only real irony that comes across to me is that your comments are basically just an extension what the author experienced with his coworkers.
You're right, this is an extension of what the author experienced. What the author experienced were co-workers that did not share his perspective, and he called this difference of opinion disparaging and racist.
I can easily find over 100 protests against abortion in a given year. Does it follow that I am obliged to agree with these protesters, otherwise I am disparaging them? If a bunch of anti-abortion protesters block freeways and someone points out that this mostly annoys the populace and is counterproductive to the protesters goals, then that is disparagement? No.
If nothing else, this author definitely seems to think that he is entitled to the approval of his co-workers when it comes to his political views. And when he does not get the approval from his peers that he feels entitled to, he calls his co-workers racist. If the author wants people to have empathy for the protesters, then he or she should lead by example and exercise empathy for those co-workers that do not share his perspective on the protests. Otherwise, the author ends up looking like a hypocrite.
Privilege is seeing these events unravel on the television screen in front of you, and having your thoughts settle on "God, what an unnecessary traffic jam." Privilege is reading a story of a black man's struggling with the disconnect between what he and his coworkers find relevant issues, and picking it apart line by line searching for cracks for you large enough for you sit back and decide: "I have as much sympathy for those people as I do for the author: not much"
The only real irony that comes across to me is that your comments are basically just an extension what the author experienced with his coworkers.