A Peek inside the Invisible Knapsack 25 Years Later
It’s been 25 years since Peggy McIntosh penned her famous piece on white privilege. To commemorate I thought I would go over her list of invisible privileges to see if we could take any of them out of the backpack. You know, since we’re post-racial and all. But not only can we not remove any of the privileges in the name of progress and all-hail-to-our-first-black-president, we actually need to ADD some privileges to the pack.
Here are 15 more privileges I would add to her already thorough and extensive list.
- I can expect the “Sponsored Posts” in my Facebook feed to feature my own skin color most, if not all, of the time.
- I can browse Netflix, HuluPlus & AmazonPrime and be certain that my “suggestions” will include people of my race.
- When the fellow parents at my son’s preschool are aloof and unfriendly, I don’t wonder if it’s because of my race.
- I can be with my mixed-race nephews and everyone will assume I adopted them whereas when my friends of color go out with their mixed-race kids most people, at best, assume they are the nanny.
- I can assume that if my race is going to be portrayed on screen or on stage, people of my race will play those parts.
- I can visit potential schools for my children and find my own race well-represented among the faculty.
- I can go to a yoga class assured of finding other attendees who are white.
- I don’t ever worry about whether I’m being white enough.
- I don’t ever worry about whether I’m being too white.
- I have never had someone question my immigration status.
- I am not afraid of being arrested when I get pulled over.
- I can wear a hoodie without being thought a “thug” or a danger to my community.
- I can crash my car and walk up to any house I choose to ask for help and not worry that I will be shot in the face.
- I can play my music as loud as I want while stopped at a gas station and not worry about being shot by man who doesn’t like my music.
- I can be approached by police and not wonder if one of them will end up choking me to death.
McIntosh went on to ask, and it’s a question we need to keep asking,