What My Bike Has Taught Me About White Privilege
I’ve been busy with getting the last novel ready for my agent to sub it out, getting the next one polished, and writing a short for an open call, so I’ve been distracted…and then there’s Ferguson. Where I grew up. My thoughts on that subject and the related host of subjects could fill their own book, so I’m grateful someone like this blogger has distilled much of them in such an accessible way.
The phrase “white privilege” is one that rubs a lot of white people the wrong way. It can trigger something in them that shuts down conversation or at least makes them very defensive. (Especially those who grew up relatively less privileged than other folks around them). And I’ve seen more than once where this happens and the next move in the conversation is for the person who brought up white privilege to say, “The reason you’re getting defensive is because you’re feeling the discomfort of having your privilege exposed.”
I’m sure that’s true sometimes. And I’m sure there are a lot of people, white and otherwise, who can attest to a kind of a-ha moment or paradigm shift where they “got” what privilege means and they did realize they had been getting defensive because they were uncomfortable at having their privilege exposed. But I would guess that more often than…
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