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The sorrow I would then feel, and continue to feel, is the sorrow of all mothers who have lost their children needlessly. The condition of black life is one of mourning,” she said bluntly, Though the white liberal imagination likes to feel temporarily bad about black suffering, there really is no mode of empathy that can replicate the daily strain of knowing that as a black person you can be killed for simply being black: no hands in your pockets, no playing music, no sudden movements, no driving your car, no walking at night, no walking in the day, no turning onto this street, no entering this building, no standing your ground, no standing here, no standing there, no talking back, no playing with toy guns, no living while black. The Condition of Black Life is One of Mourning” June 22, 2014

I am a big picture kind of gal, but right now the big picture seems overwhelming. I told you that I was going to write about my white privilege but all of the literature warns me about speaking out too soon. Each of you have spent much time, effort, and self-examination on these issues in order to do your best in your chosen field. But, recognizing my lack of awareness in your growing years.

Well, you’ve heard a lot of bad news, you’ve heard a lot of sad news, and you deserve some good news. For instance, I usually use my affected hand to open the refrigerator door. it’s necessary to open my hand in order to put at least two fingers under the edge and pull it open. I gently use my left hand to pry the affected one open so that it will fit under the handle.

So I’m taking a course on White Privilege. As I sit on my sofa in front of my gas fireplace I can’t ignore the fact of my great privilege. I have noted for years that my white hair and white skin has allowed me in an emergency to go in restaurants all over the world and use the restroom. I’ll give you a starting point that I took from Peggy McIntosh in her article “White Privilege: