Social media is rife these days with people taking personality quizzes. Although as a whole the enterprise seems frivolous, the underlying tension is one of personal encounter. Will someone tell me who I am!
An extraordinary circumstance that reveals the myth making is death. It is the clashing cymbals of who we are in the eyes of the world. It is also a time when the cultural stereotypes we choose seep through the diverse manifestations of self.
When did we become the White privileged? When did we leapfrog over our fellow tenement dwellers to a position of lofty self-righteousness? When did we lose sight of our own immigrant heritage of discrimination and exploitation?