Last night, or should I say early morning, I finally fell asleep. Somewhat soon into my slumber, I had a dream. It was a dream of sleeping and I was not alone. Do not think I am going to detail a dream of sexual conquest, this dream was nothing at all like that. I was doing nothing more than holding someone. The warmth of two bodies next to each other was the most excitement that this dream could muster. I was at peace. I had finally found what I was looking for. I awoke with my arms wrapped around a pillow. I was covered in sweat. At first I didn't now if I was awake or dreaming, but then felt the pillow. Overcome by sadness, I stripped off the covers. I lay there for a second, taking in the fact it was a dream. My phone lay next to me, no message, nothing. As I staggered into the bathroom, I remembered. I hadn't even said goodnight. I collapsed back into bed. Slightly in disarray. I thought for a second, and then, I tossed that pillow away. I didn't want to be tricked again.
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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