Recently Rob Baker made this comment White privilege is a very real thing. on his blog at https://historicstruggle.wordpress.com/2015/05/01/our-art-is-a-reflection-of-our-reality/ No remember Baker has a cushy job as a teacher.
I thought about that for about 30 seconds, maybe less, because I know it is a load of hooey. Since I have given this subject some deep thought, let me tell you about MY White Privilege
I was born to a sharecropper in rural southwest Mississippi way back when. I did manage to graduate from a high school which had NO air conditioning and very little heat as it was built in the 1920s. The high school was about 3 miles from my house and I had the White Privilege of walking to school for two years. The Black school was two blocks from my house and had heating and air, built in the 1950s. Our brilliant elected officials decided to shut down this modern school and keep the old one open
After high sch0ool I hade theWhite Privilege of either joining a branch of the military or being drafted. I chose to join the Navy. While I was in the I had the White Privilege of being named a boiler tender. Temperatures sometimes reached 140-150 degrees in these fire rooms. I was not the only white fellow who exercised his White Privilege because at most there were less than ten Blacks in our division, about 100 men. The ship was de commissioned and I was sent to the Seabees. While in this unit I had the White Privilege of working with all special forces units of the US military. While in the Navy, I had the White Privilege of losing most of my hearing, contacting asbestosis, almost getting killed 3 times, and nearly losing a hand. While injured traveling through Atlanta I had the White Privilege of being attacked by 7 or 8 longhairs. Let’s just say before Atlanta police showed up I was holding my own.
My White Privilege really kicked in after service in the Navy. It brought me a whopping $.90 an hour in one of the filthiest jobs I ever had. My White Privilege soon got me out of these and into a bottling company where I got a whole $.20 an hour raise. man I was living high on the hog!!!!!!!!!!!
My White Privilege soon decided I didn’t like this job, so it got me into the pressure vessel and piping field as a sandblaster. That was dirt but not as dirty as before. I now made $2.30 an hour. I begged these my supervisor to let me be a welders helper. he did and my White Privilege and I was on a roll. As a welders helper, I had most of face blistered, and burns were just part of the White Privilege of working long hard hours. I would stay after a 12 hour shift to practice welding so I could push my White Privilege up the economic ladder. In 30 some odd years of welding, my White Privilege got my eyes burned several times, numerous burns on EVERY part of my body, and constant blisters on my knuckles. MyWhite Privilege let me work in the cold, rain, sometimes sleet and snow, inside pre-heated metal ranging up to 300 degrees. Because of my White Privilege I have worked 12 hour days for 37 days straight and on my last job worked 6 weeks 14 to 18 hour days. At a pace like that you just become mechanical. Before I left the welding trades my White Privilege also gave me a hip and knee replacement, but not on the same leg.
In the comment section of bakers blob, there are only two comments one from Isabel, who never posts unless their is a race issue involved and some named Jonathan Winskie, whom I have never heard of. I would like to tell you folks I would just like to share some of my White Privilege with you.