white priviledge is something that "whites"

often take for granted.

As a white child growing up in the south during the 60's, I never knew what it was like to have to fear that I might be harrassed just for the color of my skin. I never had to worry about having to drink from a seperate water fountain or go to the back of the bus because I was "colored," or get my food at the back door of a resturant since I couldn't go in.

It wasn't until I was much older that I realized that I had a very "priviledged" life even though my parents were "blue-collared" workers. I can't imagine what it must have felt like to be shunned for the color of my skin, but today,I certainly try to see it through different eyes. Many still don't. I'm not sure what brings someone to that point where they can "see" the plight of others, but I suspect it's a combination of how you were raised and "walking a mile in another's shoes."