Talking about Money and Privilege

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Some time ago I was sitting with a group of Nonviolent Communication enthusiasts on a cold winter night, watching the fireplace crackle, eating, laughing, and talking. The group invited me to support their development as a leadership group of their community. A few years before they had gotten together to make NVC known and visible in their town. When I was visiting, they were celebrating their success, as more and more people in their town came to know about NVC through their efforts and have come to trainings they organize. Now they wanted to take their work to a new level, to break free of the social homogeneity of their group and its members, to reach into communities and populations they had not yet connected with. That was what they wanted my support for.
I regularly sit with groups like this in different places in the world. I also sometimes get emails and questions from people around the world. The enthusiasm, the vision, and the willingness to put energy and resources into work towards such dreams touch me deeply. This particular conversation was so extraordinary for me, that I feel moved to bring its content to others, changing circumstances and location so as to keep the anonymity of people and allowing them to do what I experienced as sacred work in peace.
I want this anonymity because we engaged with one of the biggest taboos in the country: money. It started out entirely innocuously, when I described to them my pet project (which I am inching my way to making more publicly known beyond just doing it myself) of a maximum wage campaign. The idea of it is simple: each person that wants to join the campaign decides – for themselves, without any hint of suggestions about it – what is the amount truly needed for them to have in order to sustain themselves and their families at a level that allows them to focus where they want to focus, and declare that to be their maximum wage. Any time they end up generating more income than their maximum, they pledge to give that amount away, to whatever cause they choose.
Everyone commended me on this idea when I first mentioned it. Then we shifted to talking about other topics, including what they could do to make introductions to Nonviolent Communication more inviting and interesting, what they could do to shift their work from the training model to an application model (more on that another day, too), how they could function more effectively in decision-making within their group, and a host of other topics. We were in a creative flow of brainstorming, and were already moving to closing, when the idea of one of them going to a training of mine some months hence came up and was dropped when that person said they couldn’t come up with the money.
I knew this was a group of people who had access to resources. The chair of the group, let’s call him Mark, commented on their affluence when bringing up the issue of how to cross socioeconomic barriers. Several members of the group were driving a Lexus, and our dinner came from a pricey restaurant. Knowing all this, I suggested to them that they could pool resources to send the person together as a group, an idea which had never occurred to them. They could do this regularly, send one of their members to a training, since there wasn’t much NVC happening in their local region. That would provide them strategic access to specific skills they needed for their work together. Beyond that, I ventured to suggest that they could all look at their resources and consider how much they could each bring to their collective work.
That was the moment when the conversation took an unexpected turn. One member of the group, let’s call her Jane, understood, somehow, the conversation to be about creating some structure of required contribution, common to many non-profit boards. This person was profoundly troubled by the idea that money was all that counted, and wanted all contributions to be valued, not only financial. As Jane and I took some pain to disentangle the surprising intensity that arose for her around this, a whole new window into the conversation about money, or its absence, dawned on me. Just as much as it’s only white people who can talk about why race doesn’t matter, it seemed to me that only people with access to money and privilege can talk about money not mattering.
What was singular for me was that Jane did not back off, did not shy away from the intensity and the challenge. As a result, we could stay with the conversation, and I got to have this window into the experience of people with privilege. Jane was far from the only one who stayed, who persisted in talking about what so rarely gets discussed: how are we going to handle the fact of such gaps between the haves and the have nots? Jane expressed one more time her longing to see a world that didn’t have money so central to it, and that was when I suggested that if they wanted to see a world with less intensity around money, they could all begin the process of divesting themselves of extra resources. As they looked at me, incredulous, I asked them, each, to examine how much of what they had they could part with, give away. What was truly needed?
That was when Mark and one other person in the group turned pale with terror. Mark, in particular, expressed clearly how scared he was to even look at the question. For some minutes we all stayed with the anguish of it. Ironically, seeing Mark’s contorted face served as confirmation for me that he took in, all the way, my words and my invitation. He understood, without fending off the fear, the radical and irreversible nature of what it would mean to take me up on my suggestion. I had a similar experience of being taken seriously by the other person, who for today I will name Rosa. “I will never be the same,” she exclaimed. “None of us present here will ever be the same.” I looked around the room, and I felt profound satisfaction. When do such conversations ever take place? I told Mark and Rosa that being able to have the conversation was an experience of profound intimacy. It wasn’t the first time nor the last that I would be staying in the homes of people with means. It was, however, the first time I can remember being able to articulate my own discomfort as well as the ramifications of my full vision, without holding back. More to the point, I was able to do that, and they were able to hear me and engage with me, in a way that left all of us connected and in full trust of our mutual humanity and care.

The next morning, as I came down for breakfast at Mark’s exquisitely furnished kitchen, I saw that his emotions were still close to the surface. He explained to me that it was a very literal experience of structures falling apart, layers peeling off, and that the terror was quite stark. “Who will I be?” he said to me as we ended the conversation at the airport some hours later. Mark’s entire sense of his being was completely wrapped up in all that was familiar to him. Not only or even primarily his material possessions, he explained to me. Everything, every aspect of his relationships with people and life, was suffused with the familiarity of certain ways of being, codes of behavior, meanings of action, that were inseparable from the world of privilege in which he lived. I was reminded of a conversation I had many years ago with a friend, about his experience of coming to see, through reading radical feminist literature, that his entire identity as a man was intertwined with and resting on the oppression of women. At the time he found that experience, that realization, so unbearable, that he backed off from his reading of feminist literature for some years.


For any of us who wish to have a radical restructuring of the world, a way of living that makes it possible for all to have their needs matter, I see a basic lesson in these conversations with Mark and with my friend years ago. Unless we can support those of us with privilege in being able to have this internal transformation, the external transformation is less likely to happen without casualties, either figurative or literal. I have enormous compassion for Mark’s plight, especially because I so completely trust his care and his genuine interest in and care for all. From that I extrapolate to all. For as long as people’s sense of self is wrapped up in privilege without even being aware that it’s so, I can completely understand why they might put up immense resistance to the kind of changes we might want to create in the world. When conversations happen like the one I had that night with Mark, Rosa, and others in the group, I have more hope that we can find our way, however painfully, into working in partnership with others to gently and fiercely shift the structures that have created such immense barriers between us. I can only conclude with a quote I know has been around for a while, from an aboriginal woman in Australia: “If you are coming here to help me, then you are wasting your time. If you are here because you know that your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.” I have every reason to believe that Mark now knows that his liberation is bound up with that of the people in other socioeconomic groups that he mentioned at the very start of our conversation. I trust he knows that his own inner process of coming to terms with his privilege, learning how to steward responsibly instead of seeing it as his own, is an integral process of finding connection with the people he wants to reach.

0 thoughts on “Talking about Money and Privilege

  1. What is recommended if you have more than you need to live from month-to-month, i.e. retired with a modest “nestegg”, but are self-insuring against long-term illness and wishing to leave something to leave to several grandchildren? Do you give away all your “extra” then?

  2. What a profound experience and important idea! Figure how much you really “need” and promise to give away the rest. What I really love about it is there’s no judgement of others involved. You figure it out for yourself and do what you feel is best for you, your family, etc…
    My husband and I have been living off our dotcom business and previous corporate jobs savings, spending it on life and trying to build our business, for the last six years. We’ve had to figure out what we really need, each year, to survive, save just a little, and protect ourselves as much as anyone can protect themselves, from disaster. Where we live right now, and at our age, that number seems to be around $70,000. Just typing that amount makes me wonder how a family that is managing to live on much much less might feel about me saying that, but again, what’s really unique about your idea is that each person makes his or her own decision.

  3. No one wants to reduce his or her standard of living, much of which does get tied in with the social circle, and what is possible for the people on that income tier. Just as “no one with power wants democracy,” no one with money wants to give it up. My family is low-income, but if I were to be told to give up what we have and live in a trailer, I would have a hard time with that. There is actually a funny passage in the Talmud about how to care for someone who’s lost his fortune – to help him transition, give him a horse and servant to run beside him, or something like that – because he can’t handle the shock all at once.
    If our family of four were making $50K a year, our lives would be more comfortable. We make about half of that now, and worry about how we are going to survive when we are too old to work. My idea of what I want in order to feel secure, would be to be able to own my own home outright, but that can’t happen on my current income where I am living now. I am not someone who needs a lot of stuff, although I do have a lot of stuff I don’t need.
    So first, maybe, it’s important to analyze our values and goals – what do we really care about for its own sake? For example, I care about making art and writing, so I want my environment to support that. I care about my children, and want them to be able to go to college and hopefully acquire skills that will help them earn enough to live on and to make the most of their potential. I want to be able to pay my bills, get necessary medical and dental care, and buy nutritious food. I don’t really go anywhere, but I’d like to be able to afford a gym membership so I can exercise where I feel safe.
    Contrast this with a friend I had years ago, who’s father made about $200K a year in the 1970s, and paid her way through two Ivy League degrees, as well as her rent on a nice apartment. I remember her complaining vociferously that while her parents had invited her to Barbados, they wouldn’t pay her air fare, and I thought – this is a problem? So it’s partly a matter of expectations. She grew up expecting everyone she knew to be a white-collar professional, to have advanced degrees, to earn significant incomes, to hold lavish weddings, to own a summer home, to be able to travel, to have a reason to wear a cocktail dress, and so on. I can’t imagine – the good news, I suppose, is that I feel no real need and little ability to relate to that stuff.
    Yet I’ve also known people who thought it was outrageous that I refused to hunt the railroad tracks for empty bottles to return for the deposit money so I could do my laundry, or offended that I’d buy books instead of using the public library, or annoyed that clothing from the second hand stores wasn’t acceptable to me, or that I didn’t think an empty cat-litter tub was a good storage unit to keep in my home.
    So, what do we really need? A roof over our heads, food, medical care, access to information, people we can count on, a way to build skills and talents…and…?

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