I’m White Privilege & I Don’t Care

It’s because I’m too comfortable.

Hi, I’m white male privilege. Nice to meet you.

It’s nice for me to meet you because I’m comfortable where I am. I get any opportunity I want just by trying slightly harder than nothing. You have to work extra hard to get to where I am, but that’s okay, because I’m comfortable and don’t care.

In my work field, technology startups, I’m surrounded by everyone just like me: men. Not everyone may look like me unless you’re in the c-suite of course — that’s where us white men hang around.

I get to walk on the street without your fear of being harassed. No cops stopping me, no men catcalling me, just me and my AirPods Pro. Bliss.

I don’t have to put much effort into how I dress, because regardless of what I wear I’ll fit in since I’m the default. I don’t have to fit in the world, you have to fit into mine.

When I do dress up nicer — usually in Sperry’s and Patagonia, I’ll have nicer clothes than you as I can afford them. I get paid one dollar for a black man’s 87 cents.

I’m much more likely to get a good job than you.

When I’m in the mood to do good in the world, I build huts in Costa Rica and pat myself on the back.

Then I smoke pot without getting arrested.

And I don’t get suspicious looks from my Airbnb host.

My state doesn’t proactively discourage me to vote like they do with you.

I get to choose between Publix and Kroger within a square mile, you only have one grocery store per square five.

I get to choose my life, you don’t get to choose yours.

I’m white male privilege and I’m too comfortable to admit it.