Ashley's Non-Offensive Guide To White Privilege
I carry pepper spray on my keychain, park under lights, and try not to look at my phone when I'm walking through a parking lot alone because, when I was younger, my parents taught me what I need do to protect myself from predators. When I walk into a room and people look at me, I worry something's on my face, think something must be awry with my wardrobe, or wonder if I've accidentally entered a private party that I was definitely not invited to. If I see those blue and red lights flash behind me, I wince because I really don't want a speeding ticket. Growing up, my teachers looked like me. I had a variety of dolls to choose from that had the same color skin as me. When I was a teenager, I got pulled over three times in my first six months of driving and had to go to court where my dad (not a lawyer) argued on my behalf and the judge let me off with no real penalty. When I was attacked by a boyfriend in college, all I wanted was for the cops to show up so I coul
