
Some perfectly nice but very naive white people still don't believe white privilege exists. I'm a white woman, and I know differently. Let me tell you about the time a cop let me go because I was white.
It was the late 1990s. I had driven to Howard Street, on the border between Chicago and Evanston, to pick up my husband from work.
The traffic on Howard was horrible that day. I couldn't find a legal place to park, and after going around the block, I decided to sit in the car in front of the store in which my husband worked and wait for him, by a no parking sign.
A minute later, I heard shouting and felt banging on the trunk of my car so hard I thought someone was stomping on it.
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