All Those Times

All those times I was never misgendered.

All those times no one said anything when I walked down the street holding hands with my opposite-sex significant other.

All those times I wasn't followed in a store because of the color of my skin.

All those times when I wasn't afraid for my life when the cops pulled me over.

All those times when I was with people who looked like me in a classroom, at a job, on a team, at an event, in the community, in the neighborhood.

All those times when I got angry and no one accused me of being the angry White guy.

All those times I was assumed to have competence in a domain that I had no experience in.

All those times when the people in the movies and on the TV and in the executive suite and in politics looked like me.

All those times when I easily took the stairs to the second floor when the elevator was out of service.

All those times I offended people and had no idea that I had offended people.

All those times I read books by and about people who looked like me, and lived similar lives to me, and who I could relate to.

All those times I didn't get the extra security check at the airport.

All those times my friends got me the job without an interview.

All those times I got the good table at the restaurant.

All those times. . .