OK. Here’s where I’m coming from. I’m a cisgendered heterosexual elderly white male. I can’t do anything about any of those - particularly if I accept that sexual preference isn’t a matter of choice.
That means I’ve been going through life on the ‘easy’ setting. I totally get that. It’s not fair.
I also happen to enjoy making things, and reading about the things others have made. That activity may well enjoy an undeserved ascriptive status. It’s also an activity that attracts a disproportionate number of people like me, which may well contribute to its ascribed high status. To the extent that is so, it’s not fair.
Except for choosing to do things that I enjoy, I’m not aware of very much else here within my control. If I give offense by the very fact of my existence as a member of a privileged class, I’m sorry. But I don’t have a choice in that. I can try not to abuse privilege, but broader society won’t let me renounce it. The cop wil still suspect me less, the boss will still favor me disproportionately, the marketer will still target me as a member of a favored group. And I must bear the full guilt for that.
And I don’t know one damned thing I can do about it. But that’s my fault, also - because as a member of the privileged class, it’s my responsibility to figure that out.
Everything I do or fail to do must be interpreted in that light. To that extent, I’m probably a failure as a parent as well. I made sure that my daughter came to adulthood knowing how to solve a differential equation, climb a mountain, make a fire, solder a PC board, run a tractor, handle a rifle safely, build a wall, and so on. She made the choice that what she wants to do for a living is one of the “maintainer” professions. I can’t quite figure out whether my failure is in not having guided her more strongly into a choice that enjoys greater ascriptive value, or not having moved society far enough in the direction of ascribing greater value to her choice. At least I managed to impart what I believed to have been enough skills that it was something she chose to do, not something she was forced to do. (Or was it? Being a member of the privileged class, I’m no doubt too blind to see whether she really believed she had a choice. And of course, I’m in too much of a position of power to expect a truthful answer when I ask her. Nobody in an underclass dares speak truth to power.)
I don’t object to the expectation that everything I do has to be second-guessed from the point of view of identity politics. I do object to the expectation that everything I do, when seen in that light, will be weighed in the balance and found wanting. The discussion I am reading here tells me that there is no hope. Everything I say or do, when viewed in the harsh light of identity politics, comes up as a mere reinforcement of the privilege that I did not choose and cannot refuse. Seen from that jaundiced perspective, why bother trying?
And I suspect that the people who are saying, “why can’t the shop ever be free of politics,” are like me - not unaware of the unfair privilege that they enjoy, but simply despairing of actually doing something about it, much less something that would be acceptable as a peace offering.