No, no, please tell me what it’s like to be a blond kid named Osama, you’re right, my life was full of unicorns and sparkles while I danced over the trampled masses of people who shared my ethnicity but not my physical characteristics with the maddening joy a deranged and spiteful psychopath.
Or I learned how to fight so I wouldn’t get beaten up on the daily, of course, when four plus guys corner you in a locker room every tuesday and thursday, that becomes difficult, of course, then there is being booed when your name is called when representing your school in sports, or the fact that people who are supposed to be “on my team” (i.e. other brown folk) which is supposed to be your “safe zone” reject you because they, for some reason, think you aren’t “authentic enough” even though you speak the language and they don’t.
But hey, what do I know?
replied to you elsewhere before i saw this
really, i guess you hear “white passing privilege” and think that people are completely dismissing the other privileges you do not have. it’s not either/or. it’s not “privileged” (that d is essential) versus “not”.
update: i commented on this post when i shouldn’t have. my voice was not necessary in this discussion
leaving my mistake here, though