Privileged

When I pass by you on my evening jog, you don’t bat an eye.

When I walk by you on the street, you don’t hold your purse a little tighter.

When I take the vacant seat by yours on the bus, a second glance isn’t given.

When I find myself on the side of the road with car troubles, I’m offered help.

When I reach for my ID after being pulled over, the only assumption made is that I am doing what was asked of me.

I am white, and because of that, within our society, I am privileged. I understand that I am part of a system that places more value on my life than on the lives of others…

because I am white.

In order to progress, we must first recognize our role in the status quo and that the status quo isn’t cutting it. We are so so far from cutting it.

Day 20