One of the things that I’ve lived with my whole life in America and have never forgotten for even a minute since I realized that it exists at about age sixteen was my white privilege. I was stopped by the police, which was no surprise. My car was covered in bumper stickers advertising an affection for green that was, perhaps, in hindsight, grossly over-exaggerated. They wanted to search my car, and I said, “No.” I had no real reason to say no, as I had nothing to hide, but I generally don’t like the police who spend their time issuing traffic citations instead of prosecuting the crimes that actually harm our society — wage theft, embezzlement, bribery, etc. They detained me there for at least an hour, threatening to call the K-9 unit (drug-sniffing dogs), and I was fine with that. Even at that age, I had strict rules that I adhered to. Never in public, never in my car, never before school.
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