I am in Sea-Tac Airport just south of the city of Seattle at present.
I have a laptop, which I have never had before when traveling–it was a gift from my father for my birthday last year. (And I do not own a smartphone either, because I can’t afford a data plan.)
I have time that is not otherwise dedicated now while I wait for my plane to attend PantheaCon, and have not yet made my own final preparations of using the family restroom (the one most appropriate for my gender and my medical needs–and thank all the gods and especially the Tetrad++ there is one nearby in this airport!) and such before being herded on to the cattle-car.
And, every bit of the above is, I realize, a privilege–and one which many of my colleagues in modern polytheism don’t have.
When I go to PantheaCon, I will have many of them in mind who are not present with me (which is most of them).
At no moment during that time, however, will I be presuming to speak on their behalf simply because I have the privilege of being present at the occasion.
Having privilege isn’t necessarily a “bad” thing, so long as one doesn’t use it to oppress or bully others.
Not realizing that one has privilege initially also isn’t a “bad” thing: there’s any number of things that humans simply aren’t aware of until they are made aware of them.
Not acknowledging that one has privilege, and denying that one has privilege, and trying to make every argument from “But look how much good I do for many of the other (read: “real“) underprivileged folks (so therefore I get a pass on my insensitivity at the moment!)” to “I don’t really think what you’re talking about is a valid example (which I feel I can point out because I actually have the privilege of being able to ignore you, and while I can do that anyway without your permission or notifying you of such, I’m doing it specifically in this case because I don’t want to hear anything that might cause me to reevaluate my methods or my motivations!),” is not only rude and insensitive, it is a blatant illustration of the fact that one has privilege.
I do not need to “name names” here, not because people know who I might be referring to, but because ALL OF US do these things on occasion, or have done them in the past. That matters far less than trying not to do them in the future. No matter what kind of privilege it is–white privilege, male privilege, cisgender privilege, heterosexual privilege, class privilege, able-bodied privilege, age privilege, size privilege, looks privilege, or majority-religious privilege (even when that “majority” is only a majority within a minority or subculture or it has over one billion members worldwide)…and that list is in the rough order of their severity and inexcusableness (with the caveat on the last listed item that Christian and Muslim privilege has been especially dangerous to anyone who isn’t of those religions historically), although every variety on that list hurts like hell when it is used against someone to demean or dismiss them–we need to be aware that these things exist, to acknowledge the elephant in the room, and then do every gods-blessed thing possible to make sure that the elephant in the room doesn’t crowd out all of the wonderful zebras, gazelles, giraffes, hippopotamuses, rhinoceroses, ostriches, newts, armadillos, octopuses, catfish, venus fly traps, and euglenas (and so forth!), and that the elephant also tries to be nice to all of those others, rather than trampling upon them or even just stepping on their toes and insisting that it hasn’t. That applies if you’re white, male, cisgendered, straight, middle-class-or-higher, healthy and not disabled, between the ages of 35 and 50, of a scientifically- (but still arbitrarily) determined “ideal weight” for your height, at-least-average looking, or a Christian, Muslim, vedantic Hindu, Orthodox or Conservative Jew, Mahayana-derived Buddhist, or–indeed!–a Wiccan within the wider umbrella of modern paganism.