Being a Black Police Officer is as close as it gets in knowing how it feels to be White in America.
Jamar Q. Chiles

I had a similar experience of “White privilege” just from the other side. It happened when me and my wife entered the most expensive and luxurious hotel in Tel-Aviv. Being dressed nicely, walking elegantly, and speaking in English. We got to enjoy a free breakfast, which we paid for, with butlers and waitresses serving us anything we desired. All we had to do was walk into the hotel, go into the cafeteria, and ask “May we join your breakfast?”.

I’m not sure it would be that easy if I were black.

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