A reflection on white privilege, family, and the cost of protest. A personal journey is shared—from childhood racism to using privilege as a shield for others.
At six years old, I learned my Black father was seen as a threat when a white woman hurled the n-word at him in Woolworth’s. Decades later, I used my white privilege to shield my brother from police at our door—knowing his skin made him vulnerable in ways I’d never be.
As protests mount against Trump, Musk, and a complicit Congress, I’ll stand where my Black family can’t. Not because their fight matters less, but because this country has never treated their safety as sacred. Solidarity isn’t just showing up—it’s knowing when to step forward so others don’t have to.
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