You know who has brown privilege? I'll tell you exactly who has BP. The 2nd-gen Desi kids who were given *everything* by their parents. You & your 50k+/year education, extra-curricular crap, your perfect accent...
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You who walk into rooms, perfectly groomed & mostly good looking (thanks to your genes), just the right touch of ethnic/exotic...utterly comfortable in white spaces that your parents slogged to get you entry into.
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Comfortable in the cultural context & multi-talented beyond belief because your parents drove you back-and-forth from one class to another even as they made sure dinner was freshly-made.
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You who have no clue the subtle but everyday racism that your parents experienced but like good Desi peeps swept under the carpet & moved on.
You who were raised in big houses with manicured lawns which were mowed by dad
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Until the gardner would be hired so that your teenage ass didn't need to take up that task.
You whose mom ensures that your dress from India arrives right on time for that Desi shindig so that you feel comfortable in both white & brown spaces.
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So do me a favor & before you lecture us, check your effin privilege... which you owe to *your* parents.
In this equation, you are white & your parents are PoC. Capiche?
So STFU cuz you are giving me BP... the medical one. Lol.
THE END.