An interesting day to remember.

I learned about White Privileges in Georgia. This is what happened to me on a sunny day in Savannah, GA. Sitting on a bench and seeing the big cargo ships passing by. A friend of a friend introduced himself and we made small take about the city and the view of the ships.

This was a surprise to me.

Out of nowhere the person next to me was talking about my life, not his life, but my life. How easy my life was and how easy it is currently since i can travel to different places at any time. He was talking about my childhood that i must have gotten everything i always wanted.

He made totally wrong assumptions about myself.

This was the most interesting conversation i ever had. Almost all of his assumption he made were totally wrong and had nothing to do with my reality at all. This surprised me so much that my response was unbelievable to the assumption he made about my life.

Sometimes we wake up, later than never.

After a while my internal light bulb turned on and i realized he was talking about my “White Privileges”. This made sense to me, he is a black person and i am a white person. Suddenly everything what he was talking about made sense from his point of view, it just was totally fabricated bull shit.

Now it was my time to tell the truth.

I interrupted him and explained my childhood. I said that he was correct, every toy i wanted i got from my parents without a problem.

First condition from my Parents.

There were only two conditions attached to my request for new toys. The first one and the most important one, was that the toy had to come from the dump, not a store. Of course i had to search for it and find one. This attached condition was an easy one for me to follow. I did not know any better. When i found a nice non working toy, that was tossed into the dump, i was as happy as a clown.

Second condition from Parents.

This brings me to the second condition from my parents. The condition was, do not ask your father to help you fix your new found toy. It was not that he is not helping me to fix my toys he had tow left hands in fixing toys, meaning he did not know how to fix toys.

This how you become Independent.

So, i was on my own with fixing anything i found. This was actually a gift given to me from my parents. Not something negative at all. It gave me the opportunity to learn how to figure out how things work, taking things apart and how to fix them.

Looking back onto my childhood.

Now looking back on my childhood and noticed that this was the beginning of being independent, curious of new things and i am still interested in learning new things like making a web page and writing articles about my past.

Even the Friend of a Friend can still learn about White Privileges.

The person next to me became very quiet and did not respond at all what i had to say about my childhood. This was the time for me to learn something new again. This is what i learned, “White privilege is black’s jealousy”. You could hear it in his voice that he was jealousy of me. So, when somebody talks about white privileges, they are actually talking about there jealousy and wish they had the same.

You can do what I did and be in the same position.

The funny thing is he could have done the same things what i did and would be in the same condition as i am. In this great country USA you can do anything if you work 50-60 hours a week and not complain about it. But that he did not want to hear that it was his responsibility to take care of himself. Nobody else is responsible for him, but himself.

Let’s be Friends.

This ended our conversation very fast and we parted as strangers in the night.

Norby’s Recommendation:

Listen carefully what people have to say and think for yourself.

Norby

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