On Interracial Relationships, The Sunken Place and Middle-Class Whiteness

I started noticing all the times when my Dad and siblings were the only people of colour in a social group. I wondered if they always felt the way I’d felt at the Jamaican festival when we were in public together. I noticed the way white people talked to my Dad, and especially the way people watched us when he took me out alone. What is that young white girl doing with a black man? …

Worms; Or, Why White People Don’t Know How to Talk About Race

White privilege is the pathetic squeak of indignation that comes when someone suggests that something is not about us. It’s the self-important cry that all lives matter. It’s the rising defensiveness in people who decide that anytime they’re accused of being problematic, the accuser is being “too politically correct”, “butt-hurt” or “too liberal”.