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I clearly remember waiting in a line for coffee. There was a black guy before me but the woman behind the counter ignored him and asked me what I wanted.

I told her I was not next in line that the man in front of me was. She started yelling at me "Mam do you want a coffee or not." I said no and walked away.

I was shocked.

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So accurate. I became aware of white privilege at a young age, ironically enough the way non-whites do. Living in Honolulu during my junior high years, I was often made to wait in local stores until all the local people were served, or ignored and not served at all. Walking down streets I didn’t know we’re not where I should be, I was regularly allied “stupid haole”, bumped, jostled, otherwise made to feel I was inferior. I was ambushed going home from school one day by a group of local kids led by Filipino guy on whom I had accidentally splashed some water when putting away my lunch that at school. Got pretty badly beaten up, and my bike was damaged.

But here is where the story takes a turn, and I learned part of the reality. This same kid walked to school every day through the military housing area where ai lived (my Dad was a career officer in the U.S. Navy). I had a .22 rifle. I walked up to him, pointed it at his chest, and told him that if he ever walked that way again, I would shoot him, say it was self-defense, and the white MP’s (military police) who regularly patrolled our neighborhood would back me up. Looking back, I am ashamed to say I reveled in the fear that crossed his face. Even though he was bigger than me, neither he nor his friends ever bothered me again, nor did he ever walk through our neighborhood to get to school.

There were also tons of non-whites at my school who became friends and did not treat me that way. And my parents both intensely anti-racist Southerners, had over to our house for dinners and barbecue/ picnic parties the only two black officers at that time in the entire Pacific fleet (my Dad lost what would have been his final promotion for doing that).

When we returned to the mainland, I was acutely aware of the dimensions and power of racism. I have spent my life fighting it whenever I had any power to do so. My sophomore y year college roommate was at the time the VO of our very radical Black Students Union. I was his only white friend for many years, and he remains one of my dearest friends today, 55 years later. I got my firm to make Dr. King’s birthday a firm holiday a year before that happened, over the protests of our COO and others about how much money it would cost us to lose the profits from that day’s work. I appointed as the VP of a volunteer organization of which I had become President the first black woman ever to hold that post.

I could go on, but I won’t. Because my actions and viewpoint on white privilege and racism have proven toxic to a number of people close to me, who delight in excoriating me for my “great white guilt”. It isn’t that, though maybe it should be with ancestors who fought for the Confederacy and some of whom owned slaves. But I have always been acutely aware that, though most of what I accomplished in my life was due to genetic blessings and hard work, one of those blessings has been my whiteness. Because I was spared the daily need to deal with the alternative in every aspect of life.

It wouldn’t matter even if all the MAGAts were forced to live a month as a non-white person in a white neighborhood and workplace. Because they would know when the month was up they would get their privilege back. That is why it is so important to teach racial realities to the children of today. To learn the true history of racial interaction should enable them to accept the importance of change, and that it might mean they will not automatically have a special advantage in every situation.

That--the loss of that distinction and the power and psychological comfort it brings--is why so many adult MAGAts are beyond reach. And why our only way to progress is to defeat their champions at the polls. If we fail, the progress we have made, through monumental effort and at great cost, will be lost.

It will take many lifetimes in all likelihood for white privilege to disappear, if it ever does. Demographically, I think it must. But that process will take far longer, and will be exponentially harder, if TFG and his cult win in November. We must not let that happen, whatever effort it demands of us, and whatever it legally requires. We must vote in overwhelming numbers, and know and be prepared to defend the outcome, for when we win, the fascists will do all they can,including use violence, to change the outcome. I believe we can win. But only if the apathetic, timid and, yes, disaffected among us rise above all that for the greater good. I will keep doing what I can to further that objective. I implore all of you to roll up your sleeves and do the same.

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