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Those who had never experienced oppression or an -ism lived as they always had: oblivious, privileged.
There were kids in primary school now who would never know anything different. Who would always understand their country to be a dictatorship dressed in the tattered remnants of democracy. Who were being taught to fear and distrust anyone different, all while upholding American exceptionalism. It was bullshit. The whole of it.
“Ah, but you’re not a Nazi, are you?� he points out. “I’m a rich white asshole,� Jack says, ever so self-aware. “Look at who’s in power. These days, there’s not much difference.�
He flopped down in a rolling chair, grinning widely as he wheeled from side to side just inches from her personal bubble. He was like a house cat sometimes. A bratty tom. She half expected him to walk across her keyboard. And she half expected him to ignore her entirely. As mercurial with his attentions as the weather.
