Let's try to unpack this.
I want you to imagine for a second that you're standing in a courtroom.
You've been accused of a crime.
Doesn't really matter what it is.
Let's just say it's theft or maybe something vague like disturbing the peace.
Right, a common charge.
Exactly.
And you're standing there, your heart is racing, palms are sweating,
you're waiting to hear your sentence.
The judge looks at you.
But here's the twist.
He doesn't open the law book to see what the penalty for the crime is.
He doesn't really look at the evidence.
Instead, he looks at your job title.
He looks at your family name.
He looks at your clothes.
That sounds like something out of a dystopian novel.
Or maybe a history book from the Middle Ages.
The kind of thing we tell ourselves is civilization left behind centuries ago.
Precisely.