White privilege is dating an Asian woman and when with her family he imitates her mother’s accent, asks her mom if she can cook these dogs that are annoying him and makes fun of the food she cooks. All the while no one will say anything because they don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.
White privilege is never being told that you’re spelling your last name incorrectly because others think it’s weird and cannot fathom the combination of consonants. It is having to defend the transliteration so many times to so many different people that you begin to wonder if you’re wrong - about your family’s name - after all.
White privilege is never becoming so frustrated with the constant mockery and confusion whenever someone encounters your name that, as a little girl, sometimes when you dream of getting married, it is not for love, but for the blessed day when you can present yourself as Mrs. Easily-Pronounceable instead of Miss Yes-That’s-My-Real-Name.
White privilege is never having to listen to your father jokingly tell people to think of your last name as an acronym, if that would make it easier for them. White privilege is never having to talk to your hurt family about why you want a different name so bad; never having to explain, in a child’s vocabulary, how every tripped-up pronunciation and “Wait, seriously? Where are the vowels in your name?” (as if my culture owes yours vowels) makes a little girl ashamed to show her heritage proudly in something so basic as her name.
Submission from elwynbrooks.
White privilege is me and hundreds of others (mostly POC) in a Philadelphia Wal Mart on Black Friday being cut in line by a white male. I turn around, ready to ask him if he sees this line (of course he does, it goes all the way back to the baby supplies and is relegated by yellow tape), then I realize, wait, he is being escorted by a Wal-Mart employee. An older white woman in her 50s, short with white-blonde hair. She walks him in front of everyone and has the cashier begin to ring his things up. Damn, I’ve been in this line almost an hour. I drop my television, hoping to break it, and walk out. As the world turns.
White privilege is to never be told that it is unusual to be an atheist when your ancestors are so “spiritual.” As a member of the Navajo Nation, I have been told by therapists, teachers, and friends that it is weird or strange for me to be an atheist. I am asked by such individuals, “What does your family think of that?” I have even been told that I have a tradition to uphold and that I am the reason Native culture is dying. It is one thing to be told this by an elderly member of my tribe (which has never happened in 12 years of being a self-identified atheist), but to be told these things by someone who knows nothing about my tribe is the greatest insult.
Also, being accused of “pseudo-intellectualism” for reading classic European literature, listening to avant-garde music, and studying computer programming and mathematics is an even greater insult. I have stood in circles of colleagues discussing all their “isms” only to be ignored when I express an opinion (I was once even told to shut up by a particularly cocky coworker).
White privilege is to never be told that you were not expected to have an advanced degree, never expected to be able to play the piano, never expected to be able to fix computers, never expected to be able to compose music, or ever expected to be able to write your own software. The subtext of all of this is not that these achievements are impressive but that Native Americans are supposed to be undereducated, primitive, spiritual, and unsophisticated and it is threatening to discover that one might surpass the meager expectations of the dominant culture in America.
[Titled “American Indian? Atheist and Educated, too?” by the author]
White privilege is not having to change your name just because people find it hard to pronounce. White privilege is not having to deal with people calling you “chinky” or having people ask you how you are able to see because your eyes have a different shape. White privilege is not having to deal with your peers or the kids you babysat pulling the edges of their eyes at you while chanting “Chinese, Japanese, ching chang chong”.
White privilege is getting to dress in revealing clothing and having it described as “trying to be trendy” or “hipster” or “stylish” while a WoC wearing the same thing would be labeled a “slut.”
It is not having your “slutty” way of dressing (or manner of being?) “explained” by your heritage. (ie; Oh you are taught to value yourselves only for your bodies from a very young age!)
White privilege is getting called out on all the racist bullshit that you’ve said about Latinas being raised to be whores, and about me and my cousins being whores, and getting to be the victim once it all gets into the open.
…because I “am a whore anyway.”
It is also breaking up a family, and not having to deal with stereotypes of being a ho, or a hypersexual WoC, or a gold-digger.
AllMyThoughts222.tumblr.com if you have any questions
White privilege is posting/reblogging pictures of white women with positive or inspirational comments, while pictures of black women in the exact same poses get comments like “attitude” or “swag” or “gangsta bitch”.
White privilege is being able to give birth to your child in a hospital where nurses treat you like a deserving parent and don’t leave you alone for hours because they’re uncomfortable coming into a delivery room full of brown women.
White privilege is thinking you get nothing when talking about all of the scholarship opportunities minorities get.
White privilege is being able to blame your bad review from your internship on the fact that the people who you were interning under were all PoC and no one questions it but rather agree and empathize.
However, if the complainant was a PoC then people would say that they are lazy or they must have misunderstood and that they should work harder.
Submission from totes-obvi-bro
White privilege is being able to say that the media puts race into everything in order to distract us from “real” issues. It’s saying that Renisha McBride and Trayvon Martin and so many other people died for a cause completely unrelated to race.
It’s being able to see our sons and daughters killed based on a stereotype that THEY made and being able to say, “Ugh, why are they making it about race again?”
Because it is. Just because you want to remain blind to the fact that our troubles didn’t stop in 1863, doesn’t mean we get that same luxury.
White privilege is not having your skin referred to as “similar to a terrorist’s.” Also, white privilege is not bothering to recognize the difference between Middle Eastern and South Asian.
White Privilege is people assuming your mother can’t possibly be a good mother to you because she has tan skin.
I am a light-skinned Filipino with not a drop of White Blood in me, and lived in the Philippines for most of my life. My light skin was from my Chinese-Filipino father, and my mother has some Japanese relatives from her mother’s side. Everywhere I went, I had people adore me and my light skin, praising it like it was this special gift from God and they would sneer at my mother whenever she held my hand or helped me. They didn’t know a single thing about us, and yet they knew somehow that I was the one to be cherished, adored, and valued over my other relatives who weren’t as light as me.
Countless times when I was young (as young as three), I was asked multiple times if my mother was my maid, nanny, or servant. No matter how casual or formal her attire was, how nice she was, or how much money she spent, this question always came up. And every time I told them she was my mother, they would give that same, horrible sneer.
"Oh, how terrible it must be for such a beautiful child. A mother like that!" I remember one nasty woman said.
Yes, poor me for having a mother who has an IQ of 167, became a lawyer by age 22, and provided me with everything I could ask for. My mother who practically raised me and my brothers by herself because my father was a highly-demanded engineer and was rarely home. A woman who grew up in a one bedroom home, where she and her seven siblings slept in the living room with no air conditioning or any comfort other than a thin blanket to rest on, and now financially supports her five kids, herself, her mother, and several of her brothers that had sustained farm injuries and can no longer work. A hard working woman with the tenderness of a Saint, and was so special that after the divorce, my father laughed at the audacious idea of ever dating another woman because no woman could compare to my mother. A mother who loved me when I told her I was bisexual, taught me I was worth more than my looks, and helped me when I was being abused by an ex-boyfriend.
Yet all they see is her dark skin and with their White Supremacist mind-set, they already know she’s no good for me. This was our own people, our own country, and yet they believed in the power of Whiteness more than anything my mother had to offer to the world…
Sorry if my English isn’t as great as some of the posts usually presented at this blog. While I have gotten better at the language and the usage while living in the US for almost a year, I still make multiple mistakes.
White Privilege is not having to attend an ESL (English Second language) classes even though you were born, raise and speak the language of country dominated by white society fluently and not be considered Australian just because I look Chinese, yet a British migrant can call herself Australian and celebrate Australia day because she passes the standards of being white.