What would you choose if you really could fast forward or skip an hour. Would it be an hour of work, school or some monotonous chore? Would it be your kids little league tryout, making small talk with some parent you'd rather not engage with? Would it be your daily commute, locked in a tube with someone who forget their Right Guard? Would it be the hour before sleep, lying next to the significant other you've grown tired of? Would it be the first hour of any given day, when we rise in fear, as others embrace the day, silently yelling "Carpe Diem!" as if they own some rights to the morning's light. Would it be the last hour, alone in the dark, thoughts racing, as you try with all your might, to make them stop?
This was a post I wrote on Facebook after surprisingly not seeing any moaning about the Documentary by Jose Antonio Vargas, titled White People Dayyum! I just scrolled my timeline and not a single white person got their feelings hurt by White People. I unfortunately haven't seen it, but the number of fake accounts that popped up on twitter, tells me it was a damn good show. Here's the thing. If someone of color aka non-white says "White Privilege," are you offended? If you said yes, then you are exhibiting white privilege. It has nothing to do with how hard you work or study, how you stayed out of trouble, because here's the thing, that is entirely the point. Somewhere out there, there are 100 Black, Spanish, Native American, Arab, Asian, who worked and studied as hard as you and never got in trouble, but they don't have what you "earned" or achieved. Stop looking at the one person you know who isn't white that achieved as your benchmark. Loo
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