The Goose and the Gander

Welcome to the clay pot! Something is boiling, but it reeks of partiality, so you best be careful not to touch the pot, for you shall burn. The goose and the gander have been at war for ages. The goose complains that the gander can do it, but she cannot. The gander stands proud and declares that his blood is more refined because of history in the clay pot and so he deserves a blind eye cast upon his transgressions. 

Therefore, if Tara, who historically comes a lineage of toilet cleaners, housekeepers, and menial job doers, dares to involve with a man who is not her own, the clay pot will brew and steam, and possibly explode, for the mere accusation of, "how dare she." If Lana, however, a saint by tradition, whose family owned the land and cows, or owned the first television, or had the electricity first, dares to do the same as Tara and a whole lot more, then the clay pot spews giant bubbles of praise and unequivocally reveres Lana. She becomes a goddess. Tara's sins are taken on a violent trip and dragged from mouth to mouth of the clay pot, with absolutely no mercy, while those sins of Lana's hide under an enabling carpet and only peek maybe once or twice, never to be discussed again.

For centuries, this persists, and then Tara's children become subjected to her fate, an entire generation, forever frowned upon and disregarded, left out in the open for vultures to pick at their scabs. Lana's children, however, continue to be the ganders of the clay pot, who, no matter what sins they commit, could never be blamed, for the mere claim that they are "better", by birth, tradition, and by history. They can do no wrong, no harm. 

Time calls for the tilt of the pot, enough to let the hypocrisy and enabling spill out. Then, we must open the door for accountability for it has been knocking for centuries unheard. When it sweeps in proudly, it will pour the holy oil of realization over our heads, so that we acknowledge that the diversity of the clay pot by no means eradicates the human factor. Then, and only then, shall we come to understand, that what is good for the goose is good for the gander.