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On Being White
I didn’t see my privilege because I was separate in many ways from those who did not have it by fate not white-white that honeyed light that people like me enjoy, like caramel on vanilla as brown-like as is allowed to maybe someday be even beautiful people liked my skin, they told me my eyes loved my outside. even as a child I thought, but I had nothing to do with that See, that’s the truth about skin we don’t do that to ourselves instead they make it that their likes are favored I didn’t see my privilege because I was blinded to those without it, I didn’t know those who suffered from society’s gaze or remained unseen by the hierarchy of which my unearned color provided membership hatred, tribalism, shame, oppression also unearned I didn’t see my privilege until I did some still don’t and then I tried to understand when things did not make sense when anger flared from people not like me, who did not like me and what I represent and I tried to see from behind their gaze I saw how angry I would be without the privilège I didn’t see
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