The Intersectional Caste System

(The story pinned to a body I did not choose, then read back to me as a verdict)

The first question the new moral sorting asks is not what you think. It is what box you arrived in. read the category first and the mind second, if at all, and the scolds who police the categories call the policing kindness. They say they are dismantling historical oppression. The method is a : a ranked list of who may speak, assembled from tags nobody chose.

This is not progress. It is the reinvention of the caste system, masked in academic empathy. A caste system is an old arrangement where birth fixed your rank and the rank fixed your life. Dressing it in the language of care does not loosen the birth-rank. It makes the cage sound voluntary, which is worse, because now you are expected to be grateful for it.

Then comes the . Pass enough of them, prove you are on the right side of the tier, and you may be heard. The test is never about the argument. It is about the story written onto a body you did not pick — a DNA configuration treated as a character reference and a verdict at the same time. , the person who administers their own life instead of living as a guest on someone else’s machine, declines the test. Not because the questions are hard. Because the premise is a cage.

Nobody gets to set my moral standing from the hardware I showed up in. A person is not a category with a mouth. I speak for myself, which is the only credential that should ever have been required.

Further reading: Build Canada¹, people judged on merit.

Build Canada — About. Their about page, in their words. ↩

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