Privilege
We learned in my counseling class that the essence of privilege is not having to think about the color of your skin. As a white person, that statement hit me hard. I realized that for so long I had never even thought about being white and what it meant. I didn’t have to, you see.
Hearing that statement I thought about how I didn’t have to think about my skin color when I was at the airport or pulled over by a cop.
I didn’t have to think about it when I applied to college or for jobs. When I was at jobs, the color of my skin did not effect how my bosses treated me nor did it determine what my professors expected of me.
I had never, not once in my life had to contemplate the color of my skin and what would happen to me because of it, because you see, that’s exactly what privilege is. It’s not entitlement. It’s protection and security. It’s being given what one hasn’t necessarily earned. It’s a chance, and an opportunity. Yes. I have been oh-so-privileged.
And it hurts. That first time someone or something makes you see it. It hurts to be called out for benefitting from an archaic system that determines ones value by the amount of melanin in there skin.
Like when I was with my African-American friend at the mall, when she realized the security guard was following her because she was wearing a hoodie. She left abruptly in a rage. I’m ashamed I had to ask her what was wrong.
But, that pain and anger you feel is necessary. If you feel it, and process it rather than denying your own faults and continuing to remain oblivious, then the world starts to look different. You start noticing that you can count on one hand the number of movies with fully cast with people of color. You start to see the lack of POC in professional positions. You notice how a woman switches the hand in which she is holding her purse when she walks past a group of black men.
And hopefully, when that happens, you’ll want to change and do something about it. You won’t be very good at it. You’ll still slip up. You’ll still be racist sometimes. It’s not okay, but you keep trying and keep speaking up and advocating for your friends because you have a voice amplified by that privilege, and if you’re going to have that privilege, you need to use it to make a damn difference.




















