I think that many things affect our reaction to being a victim of something. Raised before the time of everyone is a winner, here's your participation trophy, I leaned about the hierarchy of first or last chosen for a team in a game of pickup, grades in school, and on and on it goes. The world is hierarchical starting with the food chain. My little murder cat is a predator of lizards, mice, rabbits and birds. She is also prey for dogs and the coyotes that come into the neighborhood.
When things don't go my way, including having been treated unfairly, I first assume that it's my fault. I should have been better prepared. The Marine Corps instilled the idea in me that an excuse wouldn't keep me alive. Before I retired, some of my bosses were assholes and/or idiots (take your pick). I survived that by being valuable. Meritocracies are not bullshit. I've watched who was walked out with their stuff in a cardboard box over the years.
Life isn't fair. As a young Marine in Vietnam I did something that caused one officer to write a charge sheet to have me court martialed and another officer wrote a commendation. I was told by someone who worked in the Company office that the old man put one on top of the other and tore them up at the same time. Disappointing. What I did was a violation, but for a good reason. I could have had an excuse for a failure that could have cost other Marines live. I was prepared to live with the consequences of breaking the rules. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission sometimes.
As a young man I didn't work with many women. By the time I retired there were plenty. Mostly Asian (oriental and brown Indians). They were good at what they did (more often software than hardware) and asserted themselves thru their quality.
I've done a lot of travel. I've had women as bosses, sometimes a number of levels above me. I've been to countries where white men were not in charge.
I don't deny the things that you write about, but see them on a smaller scale, and I see differences in how people deal with them.
There's nothing wrong with calling out harm in itself, (we even have lawyers to help us with it) but I would advise (always a dangerous gift) to not let it become an excuse for failure. The man in my mirror tells me, "It's your fault Dave."
One of my favorite stories from Buddhism is the story of the old and young monk encountering a maiden at a stream. The old monk picked her up and carried her across the stream so her fine dress would not be soiled. The monks continued on their way until the young monk could not contain himself. "You know that a monk is forbidden to touch a woman and you carried her in your arms!" The old monk's reply was, "I left the girl at the bank of the stream. Why are you still carrying her?" I see far too many people on Medium who express the idea that their lot in life is futile until white man change their ways and fix the problem for them. Meanwhile people who leave their slights at the river go on and achieve success.