I keep being told I'm White. Capital W White. I have been reading about what it means to be White, and sometimes... I think... I Am. Other times, I'm not so sure.
I am finding it more and more difficult to work toward a world in which our children have so many rich experiences of their friends that the last thing they would think to use as a reference is skin color. In many ways, it is my white privilege that has permitted me to try and ignore racial language.