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White Privilege
The street is always safe.
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#2 in a series of 10 for Developing Your Eye I, Blogging U’s Photography Course, responding to the prompt: street
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I’m white and I live in a neighborhood that isn’t especially safe – I would not let my ten-year-old son ride his bike to the store. It’s next to a light rail that has had a lot of gang activity. I don’t see this as a race issue at all. It’s class issue; when we can afford something better we’ll move.
It’s a metaphor.
Ok, I understand.