In the course of my six-decade white male life, the vast majority of my superiors were women and/or people of color. Moreover, every promotion I ever applied for, with one exception, was given to a woman and/or a person of color—and that one exception was the promotion that was given to me.
I would have been happy to check my white privilege, if I had ever had the chance to see it in my life. Nevertheless, I am told on a perpetual basis that I am the one with the privilege and I haven’t reparated that privilege enough, when it has never been the case that I have been privileged. There may somewhere be such a thing as “white privilege,” but this white male has yet to experience it, much less enjoy it.
This whitey was hired into a job with the state but at the last minute some moron at HQ decided there were no blacks so I lost that job to some imaginary employee. The position remained posted for years without one black ever applying. Gee, can’t be that it’s in a rural area, probably much like Kurt’s rural Pennsylvania, where very few blacks want to live. Sounds more like black privilege to me.
Another time, I was told by the local US Post Master that despite having the best test score, he would never hire a woman to do a man’s job. So much for female privilege, too.