Privilege in a time of civil unrest
I sit here writing this from my house in Muizenberg, Cape Town. The heater is on, I am wrapped up in warm clothes and I am watching videos of the ongoing violence in Kwa-Zulu Natal and Gauteng, shaking my head. This is one of the highest levels of privilege. Sure, I belong to a historically disadvantaged group and on the hierarchy of marginalisation I rank pretty high up. I am a brown woman in a country that has suppressed and oppressed black and brown women for centuries.