Privilege: The Mute Button on Voices We Owe
Tshediso Joseph Sekhampu
Higher Education Leader | Executive Director | Executive Dean | Championing Strategic Growth | African Leadership Insights | Driving Transformation in Academic and Executive Spaces
In a world that claims to celebrate diversity and inclusivity, it is striking how often we quickly forget the very struggles that brought us to our lofty perches. Much like the haunting echoes from the depths, the realities faced by those who look like us often go unheard, muffled by the white noise of success and self-congratulation. We parade our narratives of resilience and triumph, yet seldom acknowledge the collective sacrifices of those who paved the way for our ascent.
When we discuss the concept of ‘paying it forward,’ it feels more like a token gesture than a genuine commitment to equity. The moment we don the corporate cloak, we tend to see ourselves as exceptional talents, deserving of our accolades while neglecting the systemic barriers that those who look like us face. The allure of the C-suite blinds us to the prejudice and inequities that still plague those climbing behind us. We become adept at justifying our privilege, convincing ourselves that our hard work alone has earned us a place at the table. Wrapped in our privilege, we distance ourselves from the very identities that connect us to our communities, forgetting that the systems holding them down are the same ones that once held us back.
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This internal conflict runs deep. We start to police our own communities, enforcing harsh standards as if to prove our worth in spaces that were designed in our absence. As we rise and are lauded as exceptional, we are driven to meet impossible expectations and slowly begin to look at ourselves through the very lens that once saw us as outcasts. In our blind ambition, we silence those who share our struggles, often unknowingly reinforcing the systems we claim to despise. The ideals of allyship become mere platitudes, offering nothing of substance. We are quick to post hashtags and share slogans, but when it comes to real action—when it involves reshaping the very systems that sustain our privilege—we hesitate. Our silence becomes complicit; our inaction speaks louder than any words we may utter in support of equality.
The truth is, the comfort of privilege can be intoxicating, leading us to forget the weight of our responsibility. If we continue to view success as an individual pursuit rather than a collective endeavour, we condemn ourselves to a legacy of exclusion and disconnection. We risk becoming the very architects of our silence, constructing barriers that keep us isolated from the struggles of those we claim to represent. So, let's embrace the opportunity to unmute our collective voice and celebrate the diversity that enriches us all. Let's step beyond the comfort of privilege and engage in meaningful conversations about our shared future. Together, we can reclaim our narratives while empowering others to share theirs, fostering a sense of belonging for everyone. Let’s commit to building a table where every voice is welcomed, valued, and celebrated. By doing so, we not only uplift ourselves but also create a more inclusive environment where all individuals can thrive and contribute to the greater good.
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