Late one night in a hookah bar in Alah Hahn’s hometown, a cop walked in. At the time I was dating a very white girl (culturally). I liked her political leanings, but she was blind to her privileges.
“Evening, folks,” the cop said as he passed us.
“Sup,” I replied, watching him till he was out of sight, then turning back to see my girlfriend looking as revolted as if I’d she’d caught me flashing a nursery school bus. She herself had nothing but obvious disdain for cops, never recognizing the privileges that permitted her to do so without paying a price — there’s a reason the saying isn’t “First they came for the tall, pretty white girls who came from money, and I said nothing, because I wasn’t a tall pretty white girl who came from money.