This Is How I’m Discovering What White Privilege Is As A White Woman
This morning, I was running without a shirt on on my usual trail.
As a female, alone, I am always vigilant & aware of my surroundings.
I saw a gathering of construction men (all white, if it matters) leaning against their work truck in the middle of the trail in front of me.
As I got closer to them, per usual, I lowered the volume on my music (I feel safer when I can hear) & prepared myself to be stared at & potentially cat-called, because this is just what happens to you as a female in the world sometimes.
After I passed them, I turned the music back up & carried on like usual.
And I thought…
What a privilege it is to be momentarily uncomfortable & scared… and then return to normal.
What a privilege it is to only fear being cat-called, not gunned down in the middle of my run.
What a privilege it is that, although I am strong & capable & scrappy when the time calls for it, because of the color of my skin (& my gender) I will not be perceived as a threat to most.
What a privilege it is to just be nervous when I’m alone because I’m a white girl; not nervous in general because I am black.
There are not a lot of words for my feelings right now (besides just damn, apparently.)
Just thinking & listening & questioning.
Black Lives Matter