Coin of a Changing Realm

Threatened by the truth, a new reality of fact and math, you feel left out of the equation, just as you once left out others. You and your ilk, who long ago abandoned those ethnic treasures and baggage, that made them proud, now only see accidents of genetics, not you. Where once you could view meager success in light of what groups were below you, now some are your superior. Your insults and jeers for which, you once could expect back up and support now backfire and you try to spin the uncomfortable silence as the result of a silly "PC" world that does not encourage your old hates. Increasingly alone in a world where skill and talent often speak louder than race and gender, louder still than your insults, you assess your lessening resources and find the price of truth is too heavy a coin to carry. It is not the coin of your grandfather's realm or even your father's. So you pick up the gun, determined to bring back the privilege, you think you deserve for your mere existence.