A few weeks ago, I had a conversation with someone. Seemingly out of the blue, this person tells me that he feels that I am “entitled.” I asked him to explain. He said the fact I grew up in a stable family, and that we were in the “upper echelon” of African-Americans in Abilene. I didn’t know Abilene, Texas had a black elite. Anyway, I let my sister know of this conversation – we laughed a good long time. So that I could join the intellectual echelon of my friend, I looked up the word, “entitle”. Here is what one dictionary said:
verb (used with object), en·ti·tled, en·ti·tling.
Never seeing my parents unemployed. My parents coming home from work. No alcoholism or abuse. The requirement to perform well in school socially as well as academically. Not use race as an excuse for not achieving. Being good Christian citizens and acknowledge God in all things while acknowledging the our failings. Parents teaching us to pray, and study the Bible. If these qualities instilled by my parents qualify me for living an entitled life, well, my friend, crown me as ENTITLED. I will receive that. We should all push our children and those we care deeply about to be “entitled.”
To my friend, I leave with you a quote from the younger set, “WHAT!?”