I will never have to fear for my daughter being given less chance in a job interview for the colour of her skin or the name that is on her cv.

I will never have to fear for my love to be stopped or arrested or molested unjustly or out of proportion to what he did because of the colour of his skin.

When I go out for groceries I can be practically anonymous, a white person among white people, I blend in, I don’t stand out, I am not looked at with fear or mistrust or diminishing curiosity or the I-don’t-see-colour-that’s-why-I-am-extra-kind kindness because of the colour of my skin.

The list goes on.

And the thing is, there is nothing wrong with me having access to these experiences. Except for the fact that they are a privilege. Which means that some get to have them and others don’t.
And that’s also the reason why we can so easily be blind to those privileges. They happen within comfort. And before you point out all the miseries that take place in your life, the above miseries are not your daily worries, are not ever your or my worries.

Sure, I can fear for my daughter being given less chance in a job interview for many other reasons, but race or the colour of her skin is just not one of them.