Winter: Let’s Talk White and Thin Privilege
Created from a photo: The author as a young person -- circa 1969 _________________ (This chapter isn’t quite where I want it, and I’m not sure if it will make the final cut into my book, but I thought I’d toss it out there.) My husband Jerry and I entered the gleaming, dripping in money medical center, located in a tony neighborhood near Timonium, Maryland. Jerry was dressed in a striped shirt and Khakis; I wore a sports tee-shirt and denim clamdigger leggings – way underdressed for our expensive surroundings (I didn’t care – I wore a pretty necklace, what more should they want?). We had been there just once before – not quite familiar with the building layout – so we must have looked slightly confused. I had to use the facilities, but I knew that the restrooms had to be accessed via a security code. “You remember what the code is?” I asked Jerry. Before he could answer, a lady ahead of us looked back and said, “Oh, it’s **** for the ladies’ room and **** for...