Don’t tell me that white people don’t experience their share of racism. Not after my experiences over the last few months.
Full disclosure: I am a white man. I stand a hair under 6-foot-2 and have a medium build. Apparently, these three physical characteristics are enough for racists to draw some pretty big conclusions about me. Have I ever owned a Coldplay album? Do I eat an exorbitant amount of quinoa? Yes and yes. Those things happen to be true, but they are not the generalizations that irk and hurt me.
What bothers me is the glances and stares I get wherever I go: to the gym, on a walk with my dog, at the grocery store buying more quinoa.