Your Stories – White Privilege

Admitting that white privilege exists is admitting that you’ve had handouts that you didn’t earn or deserve. Folks ain’t ready for that level of reality like they say they are.

The above quote was one I came across whilst browsing on social media.

You know, nowadays, it is so easy to make generalised statements about people and situations but when you get to the nitty gritty of things and actually speak to people, real people, you will see that such statements do not hold much truth. The funny thing about people who make such statements is that even when you explain that they are wrong, or that what they are saying doesn’t apply to you, they ridicule you and explain that it does apply to you, but either you are just too brainwashed to realise it or you are living in self-denial and self-hatred.

For example, if a white person advises that they had no handouts in life but instead worked for all they had, they may be told that they are deceiving themselves and not recognising their privilege. In other words, even if a white person doesn’t have a great life, they are still deemed to be privileged.

Hardships come to all. Everyone has to navigate through their own battles. You know my favourite saying by now, there are universal laws that apply to us all, and no one is exempt from them. No one has an easier life than another, and even if in your eyes, it seems as though their lives are easier, you have no idea what they have to face. All of life’s problems come to affront all of us, I know some people don’t want to accept that because they feel that they’ve been dealt a bad hand, I get it, but we all feel that way.

We all have one mortal destination, death. And you can spend your entire lives looking at the “handouts” your fellow human received, or you can see what life has given you, be grateful for it and do something amazingly beautiful with it.

It’s in your hands.

 

REAL STORIES.

On my social media, I asked white people to describe what handouts in life they’d been “blessed” with.

At the age of 12, I asked my Mum for something, she said if you want it you gotta earn it. I started waitressing from the age of 12 up to the age of 19. I then went to uni and began working as a waitress again for a year. Then I started working as a support worker. So most of my childhood and adulthood, I have worked. I never ask my parents for anything but they may help me abit along the way but it’s never anything “handed to me on a plate”

Mom was a high school drop out -Teenage parents who split when I was 2 years old. Mom became a stripper to support us. Mom was Bi Polar who physically and Mentally abused me. -Lived in rough neighborhoods full of crime. Sometimes had to move multiple times a year to find new homes because we couldn’t pay the landlords. House was broken into and robbed while we were asleep. Mom and new stepdad had to donate plasma to pay the bills. – Starved most days or as a family of four we would split two burritos from Taco Bell to hold us over all day. I had yearly truancies at school because we didn’t have gas to get me to school. Digging through couch cushions looking for money to be able to buy spaghetti at the store. -Didn’t get offered college of any kind. -Didn’t get my first car until I was 21 and pregnant.

I started working with my mom at my great aunt’s diner before the age of 5. I literally scrubbed ash trays in bleach water for like $5 a day. I also added babysitting to that at 9, more jobs added as I got older. I have worked my entire life. I paid for college as I went and left without student debt because I planned ahead, saved money that I wanted to spend on fun things but didn’t, and worked 2 jobs plus served on the college senate to help with tuition. …and most of the senate was black, Hispanic, native, students from around the world. So that wasn’t handed to me for being white either lol

None, I was raised by a single parent, started babysitting at age 11 s0 I had money of my own to save and spend. I had my first son at age 17, worked evenings to support him, thankful to my mom for babysitting. I married my sons dad when I was 19, had 3 more sons
by the time I was 23. Divorced him when I was 27 because he was an abusive addict. Found a decent job and raised my sons without his help for the same reason. I acknowledge that I made poor choices and contributed to my own problems. I also got smart and turned it around on my own!

Oh boy…

– abusive/deadbeat/absent father
-mentally-ill/abusive mother

– starved as a child

– grew up in a high-crime area (almost kidnapped from
neighborhood once)

– public education

– never offered/given scholarships
in college (even with a 3.97 GPA,
honors, and collegiate scholar
membership)

– was told that I couldn’t get food
stamps because I was “white, and
looked well off” when I lost my job
and couldn’t afford to eat

– applied for 100+ jobs in 2020, and
have only received rejection emails
– subjected to police brutality (I
don’t hate all cops, but there are
many who shouldn’t be in their
positions) multiple times

I’m really wondering what this
“white privilege” is that everyone’s
referring to…

Fatherless home. Not enough money to pay bills. No new clothes before school. Public education. Student debt

Applied for 20 jobs after college.
Didn’t get any.

But ya know, just waiting for that
white privilege to kick in any day

I’ve been wracking my brain about this. I literally cannot think of one thing I’ve gotten for being white.

I had a bad run-in with a cop at 14. My friend *also white* and I were two doors down from her parents house “after curfew” (our town had a curfew for minors unaccompanied by an adult). He rolled up on us with no headlights on in the dark so we panicked and thought rapist/human trafficking. We shot into the yard and he flipped his headlights and overhead lights on. He then held us at gun point, hands over head, on our knees… for being two doors down from her home. I believe that this was an exceptionally bad officer. I know they exist. I  just don’t think they all go after black men. I’m proof of that. The only thing that stopped
the situation from potentially getting worse was that my friend’s mom came out and started asking the right questions. I can assume I got some advantages for being a relatively attractive, charming young woman, but I don’t assume white was part of that.

I am supposed to minimize or ignore the obstacles I have had to overcome, or be accused of white fragility.

I  worked in potato harvest when | was eleven-years-old and | did it that as a seasonal job until | was an
adult. lt was harsh weather and long hours doing a lot of manual labor. | also started working part-time at
a restaurant when | was 15.1 paid for my school clothes ,Christmas presents, and if | wanted to go to the movies with my friends | paid with my own money. | come from a self-reliant, hardworking family. There was always an unspoken rule to never ask for anything because my mom was sacrificing so much as single parent of 6 kids.

I like to think of my two combat tours in Afghanistan as one big handout.