People of privilege believe that they are special and chosen. They follow various idols – a religion or money or their own self image.
People of privilege see others as beneath them: they are immigrants, or foreigners or socialists or scum. They are, worst of all, different.
They see themselves in the castle on the hill, not the poor ghetto they exist in. They see themselves as gods, not humans. They see themselves as protectors of the past, not the inventors of the future.
Because tomorrow they will leave their trailers or two up two down and become as rich as Donald Trump or Putin or those other guys that people of privilege vote for, just as the turkeys welcome Christmas.