I'm half White; my father is White, German and Irish descent, I think, and my mother is Filipina. When I'm around my mom, especially when it's just the two of us, and even more so if I have a bit of a tan, it’s more obvious that I'm her son and that I have Filipino ancestry, but I’m relatively sure that for most of my life I've been treated with most of the perks of a White, male American. It might have helped that I grew up on air Force bases and that I spent a lot of time around White friends. It probably helped that I grew up in mostly smaller, conservative, non-denominational churches of Christ, which were made up of predominantly White families. I grew up moving every three years or so, and I experienced a fair diversity of cultures, but my primary habitats were predominantly White. It's been difficult to really understand White privilege, because I'm pretty sure I've been steeped in it. If there's anything I've learned about human beings ...