I’m not black, but my husband is. Is that my white privilege?
Race is certainly on the forefront of social media and TV. I’ve been reading a lot about “white privilege” with regards to crime and police and life in general. I’m still trying to understand it, and have been informed that unless my face is black, I really won’t ever understand. My voice is irrelevant when it comes to race. The argument is about race Ed, but we don’t really need to hear what YOU have to say about it because you are white. How could you know about what it’s like not to have the “Privilege?”
I’m still confused.
I have a husband. I can be now legally married in my state. Is that my white privilege?
I can have my pick of universities to attend while taking out student loans until my head hurts without the benefit of thousands of minority based scholarships. Is that my white Privilege?
I can walk down the street in my hometown hand in hand with my husband to catcalls and stares (and in some cases violence). Is that my privilege? Ever try to kiss another man in a restaurant or at the mall while shopping in suburbia? Try it. Is that a Privilege too?
How about we go to any church that we want, to worship how we want? Not so easy. Is that my privilege?
I’ve been labeled a princess, told I talk like a queer, and been made fun of the way I use my hands. Is that my privilege?
I have a problem with being told that I’m born with something extra that makes it easier for me. Something that makes my struggle less important… less relevant.
I’m still trying to find where my privilege is.