Eric Garner. Michael Brown. Trayvon Martin. As I have
watched the events of Ferguson, and now NYC evolve over the last few months, I
have tried to imagine a time when I felt threatened by another person (cop,
neighbor, pedestrian) just because of the color of my skin. I cannot think of a
single, solitary example. I do not know the anxiety that someone with a
different skin tone, a different accent, a different hair texture feels when
they are observed, questioned, harassed based only on those things. My white
privilege reaches out and chokes the words I want to say, because I am
terrified I won't "say" the right thing. But my white privilege also
means I am more likely to be listened to. More likely to have credibility. More
likely to be believed. And so I must use my privilege to shout loud and long . . .
would someone just give me the words?
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