Mine Is Bigger Than Yours

A raging storm within. Men don’t know what it’s like to be women. White people don’t know what it’s like to be black. Straight people don’t know what it’s like to be gay. And therefore, we don’t know what it’s like to be discriminated against. Well, nobody knows what it’s like to be me either. We share experiences as humans and hopefully we can understand and help eachother. But one of the most destructive things is to create separation, to end things. To say “that person is evil” and have that be the end of your thinking. They’re not human like me, they are simply evil and that’s it. To say that other people can’t understand and that’s it. You’re creating a lie. And completely denying it, possibly not even aware of it. Why would you need to be? As long as you get the attention you want.

Just because you’re part of a majority doesn’t mean you haven’t been discriminated against. In almost all countries women are more numerous than men, there were more black people than white people in South Africa, more Indians than British people in India. When I do dancing or clowning (and sometimes teaching), I’m often one of the only men. And the reasons for discrimination are irrelevant. Violence or suppression of any kind is bad. Let’s focus more on the individual and humanity itself. Who did what and why? How was each person affected? This includes taking responsibility. Stand up for what you believe in, even if you’re alone. Others will feel the same way and then you’ll be their leader. But you don’t have to worry about that, only do what you think is right to do. You can encourage them to think for themselves and they have the choice whether to follow or not.

It sickens me that some people go through an experience and then stand up only for people similar to themselves, completely missing the point. EVERYONE has been discriminated against at some point. Be specific and direct about what happened to you. WHO did it? Tell THEM rather than throwing all men or white people or whoever into one category. Blanket statements like “all men do it and they don’t even realise it” are useless and ignorant. Why turn things into a battle to see who has more things to complain about? Women have periods and childbirth, men can get hit in the balls and aren’t allowed to leave a sinking ship until all the women and children have. Many women seem arrogant about their ability to expect chivalry from men. That men need them and should do everything for them. You wonder how people can go for so long without realising their stupidity. When anyone does anything for someone, they should be grateful. Everyone should help everyone, people can excell at whatever they’re good at and everyone should be happy for their abilities and what they can offer.



The people who have really been through something don’t complain about it. They rarely mention it. It’s not what defines them. It’s a part of their past. Something they rose above. They make no assumptions about the pasts of other people they meet. They don’t put themselves higher. But some of those people that go through one bad thing and then take an entire history of discrimination as some kind of trophy, as if they endured it themself, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what it’s like to have parents or grandparents that went through horrible things. But it’s like being dumped. Complaining about it shows no respect to anyone who hasn’t been in a relationship. I know very little about my family, I have no grand history to show off to people. I’m just me. Maybe you should simply appreciate the fact that you get to have a connection to other generations and that their problems weren’t yours. You’re more than welcome to share your story, but not if it’s in a patronising tone.

Everyone wants more for themselves. But how often are they curious to learn about you? When do they make you feel better about yourself? When do they humbly offer their story without any baggage attached to it?


About karnok

A legendary ninja.
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