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Club of Privilege

People are struggling to make sense of the college admissions scandal and this author attempts to provide perspective on the recipients of the unfair advantage who remained blissfully ignorant of the many intercessions on their behalf. Stancil ridiculously conflates the situation at hand with kids who get a chance to attend the best schools because their parents paid a premium on home prices. 

 He claims they too are privileged and ignorant of it and therefore no different than the kids whose parents got their kids into college with million dollar bribes and other chicanery. I am sure a big tent approach to ignorance about privilege expiates guilt here but at some point commonsense needs to prevail.

 I was one of those parents who strove for their kid to have access to the best public schools and yet never owned a home in the most expensive neighborhood in town. We lived in a modest apartment for the longest time and still made it work. I know many kids from similar backgrounds who have a great appreciation for the efforts their parents put into get them the best education they could. They try to make the most of the opportunities they get and are extremely cognizant of their blessings. 

 Many of these kids despite being perfectly qualified do not even bother to apply to the ritzy schools that are the subject of this scandal. They are aware that the game is seriously rigged and don't want to waste their time trying to play it. Instead they get full-rides to very respectable universities and go on thrive in their careers. So as much as Stancil would love to co-opt these kids into the privileged and ignorant about it, that is very far from the truth. 
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