Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read
The whitest story about my white privilege was when I rolled through a stop sign in downtown Oakland and double-parked in front of the ice rink. A cop car that I didn’t notice pulled up behind me as I walked to the back of my truck. I opened up my pickup and started unloading hockey equipment. They asked if I was aware I didn’t come to a complete stop and I replied that I knew and that I was sorry and that I was running late for my ice hockey game & nodded towards the rink. They chatted with me about hockey, wished me good luck, and drove off. The 2 officers were white & latino.
