White privilege, lived.
I’m going in, if anyone wants to add to what I’ve said.
"In the years since, I’ve thought about what would have happened if the positions had been reversed. We know what would’ve happened.
There’s a much slimmer chance that either of those cops would have patiently listened to the sob story of a drunk brown-skinned man about how he’d ended up on the pavement with his forearm around a white man’s neck, and an equally slim chance that they’d have talked to him for a few minutes and sent him on his way and put the white man in the squad car.
Maybe the other guy was in a bad place, too. Maybe he had kids, too. Maybe he had a sad story, too.
I went home. The other guy didn’t.
That’s white privilege.
White privilege sent me home to my kids.
White privilege is the reason I’ve never told this story publicly.
Extenuating personal circumstances aside, I did something that I should not have done, and I escaped the consequences of my actions by accepting a benefit that never should have been bestowed.”