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At this time I would like to share an experience that has stuck with me.
I grew up in St. Louis, Mo and now live in Seattle, WA. I was raised in North County St. Louis, Overland area. Growing up I would have never considered myself racist or privileged. My parents always taught me to be color blind and that everyone was created equal. I now understand that being color blind is not the answer and that a better answer is to celebrate our differences. I will post more on this because this topic deserves its own blog. There is a story that has always stuck with me and I would love to share that with you all now.
I was in the 8th grade and I am not sure the class, it might have been French or another elective and we were engaging in a discussion about privilege. There were a lot of opinions. I remember raising my hand and feeling like I really had an answer that would contribute to the discussion. I stood up and I don’t remember my exact words but I remember basically comparing class privilege and racial privilege. A boy, Monty stood up in response. And I remember feeling so attacked and I took it so personally. This is an incident that has always stuck with me because of just how personally I took his response. I thought on it for days. Looking at my little 800 sq ft. House with a make shift bedroom and I thought what do I have that makes me privileged?
It took time and maturity to really see outside of my self and understand white privilege as a whole and how it systematically affects people of color. It is actually one of the things I regret most. I wish I would have known then what I know now and I wish I could express my apology to him. We really only get a fracture of what people are going through. You don’t know a person’s life just because you have a perception of it.
I am truly sorry for how closed minded I was and how much I disregarded and tried to disregard you that day. Really the class probably learned more from you that day than they did the teacher. I now absolutely understand that you can be poor and still be privileged because of your skin color. Thanks to you, I will have 3 woke kids.