Ms Beyonce grew up surrounded by far more privilege than me, the product of multiple generations of what was kindly called White Trash. My brother lived in St Bernard Parish and lost everything to Katrina. I have Black daughters. The assertion that because I have white skin I’m supposed to sit on the sidelines and keep my mouth shut while a member of the .1% markets a carefully designed music product to people who have to skip meals to buy it is worse than insulting. Those pushing that absurd theme are as myopic as the clueless racists who preceded them.