I tuned to the news that was told to me by one of the 90% of newscasters who are white, talking about the axis of evil that does not look like me, being killed by the 30% of American infantry who are of color, who are taking orders by the 93% of officers who are white, who are responding to the commands of the US administration who are mostly white. They were talking about profiling people of color, which causes African American people to make up 48% of people in jail serving sentences that are on average 47% longer than Caucasians for committing the same crime, even though white people commit a significant majority of crime in America.
I then took a shower where I used shampoo that worked for my hair, easily purchased for a low price, and put on my made-by-dark-people-in-sweatshops-in-Taiwan clothes that were fashioned for people with my body shape, and followed that up by putting on makeup that was easily purchased to match my skin tones.
Then, I decided not to drive the car I received from a legacy of benefits my white family has received for centuries, filled with gas being stolen from someone-darker-than-me’s sand, which, when I drive I do not need to fear being unjustly pulled over, forced to get out of my car, and padded down on the side of the road, in the rain, in my business suit, although I see it happen during every road trip I undertake to people of color.
I got to class, and sat down in a room of mostly white people, in a class taught by a white teacher, where I was told of all of the contributions white people have made, in a room where I will not be singled out to speak for all white people, nor will my correct answers be ignored because people have been taught that folk of my race are innately unintelligent, something which I have seen frequently happen to my classmates of color.
I was then late for a meeting with my white advisor, but this tardiness was not reinforcing stereotypes of my race. We discussed my future which is unlimited because I do not need to worry that I will not receive a job because I am white, I do not need to worry about difficulty renting to someone based on my race, nor will I need to worry about being victimized, harassed, or unwanted in my neighborhood because of my race. Which is something that happens to professors of color all of the time. In the future I can safely raise my children without needing to talk to them about why people hate them because of their race, nor will I need to worry that they will not be accepted by their teachers and peers, and I am guaranteed that they will be pushed to their highest potential in class. I will also be able to purchase dolls to match the skin tone of my children, books with characters of their skin tones, and Band-Aids to match their skin.
After meeting with my advisor I went to a chapel where I was taught about divine beings that are white, even though they, in reality, came from an area of the world in which people have darker skin than I do.
I then went out for lunch. As I walked to the restaurant with a friend of mine, I was able to safely pull my wallet out of my pocket without fear of having 41 shots fired through my body like Amadu Diallo, one of many black people murdered “accidentally” by white Police officers. At lunch I was able to criticize the government without fearing harassment and danger, and was able to talk about race and racism without having my opinion dismissed or requiring validation from someone of the dominant race. I was able to pick up my food without my order number, sit down, act rowdy while I ate, and leave my garbage on the table, all without it being attributed to my racial makeup. I also used the bathroom that was cleaned by people of color because of a history of oppression in education and employment - people who are assumed to exploit welfare even though a significant number of people on welfare are white.
It is only 12:00. And people tell me white privilege doesn’t exist.
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