There is something very odd about Sunday mornings during football season. I don't know why, but it always seems like the sun is shining a little better. My morning coffee tastes a little stronger. The birds chirping seems a little more like a tune. Everything just seems right. As I walk down the street people smile a little bigger and everyone is friendly. Tips of the cap. Waves of the hand. Even winks. From total strangers no less. It's a lovely thing. I always seem to have a little bounce to my step. And then I walk into a dimly lit bar, settle into a stool, sip a beer and yell and scream obscenities at my friends and the television for 11 hours. Something just not right about that.
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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