You are welcome to do so Ms DeAngelo. But I have a life to live and am not going to spend any time reflecting on what it means to be white, or black or yellow or brown for that matter. And questioning my so-called privilege. I grew up with eight siblings. My parents, God bless them, did the best they could but money was tight. When I was in fourth grade I cut lawns for money. I graduated to delivering newspapers, then the gas station, then bussing tables in a restaurant. I went to school and got a degree and got a great job and made some real money. What was my white privilege exactly?
You see, what they're trying to convince us of is this: our perceptions of our own lives don't matter, THEIR perception of our lives is what we are supposed to accept. You grew up poor? Well, you're white so you look like you grew up with money, and since that's what you look like to them, you're supposed to see yourself that way now.