On Privilege by Johnathan Bryce Purvis

I stayed up the rest of the morning reading this strange little book.

..... I emplore you to embrace your place in the world whether it be at the top or at the bottom for it means society is working.

..... It has been my observation that a growing number of the upper crust feel pity or even in some circumstances envy for those who are in fact disadvantaged. This by definition is foolishness and will disrupt the very fabric of our society. For one class to exist the other must be present. You have no privileged without the underprivileged. These feelings of empathy mock the Laws of Nature. That is not to say one cannot feel compassion for a starving child for it can be a pitiful sight indeed. But equal to those feelings of regret should be elation for one's own good fortune. One should ne'er feel shame for their own lot in life. Privilage is as intertwined in fate as the destinations of one's soul. It is written in the stars; touched by the hand of dominion.

..... In any political system the only true ruling class is the affluent and the cultured.

..... The masses are the lackeys of the prosperous. Society was in fact created on the backs of the needy by the minds of the elite. And the only way to perpetuate society is by the privileged to rule with stealth and clarity of purpose.

..... Fear of success is the acceptance of mediocrity. Superiority is the fear of failure and the conviction to never be in its pitiless stare.

..... Charity is the best act the wealthy can do to let the poor know where they stand in the hierarchy of society. Even if one's heart swells with feelings of fullfilment from giving to the less fortunate; one's mind should never lose sight of the fact that said charity is meerly reminding the receiver that they are inferior. The balance of power is acknowledged.

..... The privileged have every right to defend their place in society at any cost.

I finished the book exhausted, guilt ridden and confused. Who would send me this? And why?
On the last page was a hand written note:

To my beloved Dorothy. The world is ours. J.B.P. (your loving gentleman)