If a life has a place rather than a meaning, what happens when the place is unjust?
I've been reading discussions of how different traditions answer "does life have meaning?", and one idea keeps coming up: most traditions say a life has a place rather than a meaning. Your meaning comes from your role in a family, a lineage, a cosmos, a social order. The modern European idea that you must create your own meaning is presented as the odd one out.
I teach eleventh-grade English in Atlanta, and I keep thinking about who has historically been handed a place. Enslaved people were given a place. Women were given a place. In India, caste gave people a place. In each case the place came with a story about why it was natural, even cosmic.
Anna Julia Cooper, writing in 1892, insisted that Black women had to speak for themselves because nobody else would describe their place truthfully. Du Bois described a double consciousness: seeing yourself through the eyes of a world that has assigned you a place you know to be false.
So my open question is this. If meaning comes from a given place, what do we say when the place is unjust? Does the "create your own meaning" answer, for all its loneliness, at least have this going for it: that it lets people refuse a place they were assigned? Or do place-based traditions have their own resources for criticising an unjust order from within?
I'd like answers from people who know traditions other than mine, especially where this was argued from inside.