Winter Lover: Waking Up To The Magnitude Of My Privilege

For most of my life, I didn’t recognize that white privilege was even a thing, that a neighbor might call the police because they feel afraid of someone walking the sidewalk loving winter and having a good time with their partner. My white skin protected me from that knowledge. I’m having to work hard to learn it, actively seeking to understand the way white supremacy uses me and how I use it, mostly without even trying.

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