All day long, thoughts of the past have crept into my head. Simpler times. Coming home from school and watching General Hospital with mom. The dining room table, cluttered with my books, as I studied and crunched on apples and peanut butter. My brother's giggles. We'd sit waiting for dad to get home. Dinners that would start at 6:30 and end at 8:00, maybe 9:00. Bowls of rum raisin, carob or coffee. Watching TV and starting to doze. Kisses goodnight and stories being read. Scared of the dark, but not really. Snoopy was there and I was always safe. Protected from the world that seemed to swallow me whole yesterday, today and will again tomorrow. What I would give to feel that way 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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