Personal Narrative Essay: Prejudice And Racism

I am undeservedly privileged, completely unjustifiably privileged. I have not earned this privilege and I won’t pretend that I have because it is solely based on the color of my skin as opposed to the quality of my virtue. If you had never seen me, or my skin, you may have already correctly assumed that I am white and that I have been granted the irreplaceable gift of “white privilege”. This gift results in an unidentifiable trust that you can not buy, sell, steal, or make and too often is it overlooked and mistaken for the virtue of the individual. Presently, racism is not a point of pride among most Americans, but the obvious forms of racism, that are few and far between and slowly approaching extinction, are not what are polluting the minds of millions. The breed of racism that can not be clearly depicted is what we should be addressing. The subtle subconscious illusion that occurs in the minds of too many people assumes a guilty white is the victim as they stands next to a innocent black.
Today, very few parents intentionally demonstrate this degree of discrimination to their children, but racism is not genetic. From the moment that a child feels their mother pull them against their side as they walk past a black man, in a way that
I am privileged. I will never feel the lingering undertone of inequality or unwillingly recognize that I am a minority. I can never feel “the sense” that is universally understood as racial profiling. There is a long list of unpleasant baggage that I will never have to carry, unlike the millions of people who carry that baggage every second of every day, all the while, being required to repeatedly prove their worth to people who have been given countless liberties dependant on their white skin. Black and white are colors and colors do justify the suppression of any person or people. Unfortunately, all that I have to offer is support despite the surplus of “white privilege” that I may be