How To Talk To The Dishwasher Repairman About White Privilege
First step: Get yourself a broken dishwasher.
Second step: Make sure the repairman brings up the presidential debate and says that both sides are liars. Start getting sweaty.
Third step: Start sweating A LOT when he blurts out, “Lemme ask ya something. What do you think about white privilege?”
Oh, boy. How much time does it take to fix a dishwasher?
After telling myself not to panic, I told him that it’s a real thing. White privilege is real.
He clasped his hands, shook his head and said, “Oh, I disagree.”
Oh, boy. Here we go.
He gave me the whole story: he grew up poor, he wasn’t given anything, he had to work hard. His life wasn’t any different from anyone else’s and, in fact, he had it harder than most people.
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You know, the story that every white person gives.
I told him that I appreciated what he’s been through. I lived in a trailer when I was little. I got a job when I was 15 and paid for all my own shit. My first car was $175 (shout out to the old Chevette!). I paid $46,000 for my education without help from my parents (shout out to student loan debt!).
