“Privilege. A word that suddenly inspired jealousy, resentment, rage. Some people were born with it, that beautiful ease, that aura of never worrying about making it, surviving. Some stood on the other side of the glass, watching. Even if tireless effort or extraordinary achievement opened the door to that shining universe, its always felt like a mirage. People born to privilege just didn’t know anything else. And the destroyer was always waiting, wasn’t he?”
