I think I lost my white privilege back at the farm stacking near endless hay bales and mucking out the livestock stalls. I think my white guilt and self hate are there too.
I’ve got a double whammy going against me...white privilege and elder privilege.
Oh, almost forgot...Christian privilege, too.
Did you also have to pull the manure spreader with a cabless tractor? And hopefully the wind wasn’t blowing from behind strong enough to spatter you? Or the draper chain broke and the load had to be removed by pitchfork.