The walk to the bank at 10PM started off well, until I happened to see someone walking in the same direction. We kind of started walking next to each other and within seven minutes he was gone. I cursed his foot speed and determination. His spry steps and his youthful acts; tapping his hand on things to make a drum out of them as he strutted. I reached the halfway point and my hip began to ache. Reaching the bank, I entered and began to sweat. By the time I was halfway home, my shirts was soaked through on the back and starting on the front. I made my way up the hill and to my door. I was soaked. Cold water trickled down my throat, relaxation set in. I was happy I walked, but the pain I will feel today will be tremendous. It's how it goes. I'd love to be young again and walk without pain. To be that drumming young man, with the bounce in his step. I was that guy many moons ago.
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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