I saw why I detested and resisted owning my privilege. It was like suddenly discovering that my lineage, the DNA of my being, had been pumped full of tainted performance-enhancing drugs. It degraded my accomplishments, diminished my successes, and polluted an innocence that had told me that all I had were well-deserved prizes won by virtue of my individuality—my savvy, discipline, brains, guts, and hard work.
I realized that I had subconsciously struck a deal: I’ll do justice for all, as long as I can look in the mirror and see the squeaky-clean face of goodness. Innocence. Helper. Giver. Solution.
Chris Rice in Grace Matters