RE: Is white privilege real? To what extent?
July 15, 2016 at 11:19 am
(This post was last modified: July 15, 2016 at 11:20 am by The Grand Nudger.)
Many, many moons ago......my buddies and I decided to get stoned on hash and do something really stupid. We settled on the following.
Right around sunrise, we hit the beach to charge tourists rental on hotel cabanas. We skipped between hotels on the stretch milking tourists, smoking bowls, firing bottle rockets at seagulls through a pvc pipe....out of the window of a white trash limo.....a used grey camaro. Now me, between the heat and the hash..I'm passed out by noon. My buddies paintball in the yard. Some windows are busted....I wake up alone, sweating and greasy underneath my mattress. My buddies come back, nervous..to drop off the paintball guns. Apparently, they hit an off duty cop with a frozen red paintball, on an inlet. They had to pass by him several times to find their way back out to the causeway. So he get's their plates. I put em up in my closet then we all load back up and head out for the sunset repeat.
OFC we get pulled over by a state trooper out at De Soto Park. He's looking for a male in a grey camaro, which had multiple reports of the discharge of a weapon and a possible officer shooting. Property damage (we'd been ramming peoples dumpsters and mailboxes right after sunrise), endangering pedestrians, petty fraud, etc. The driver is screwed. Cuffed, towed. The passengers, on the other hand, deny their involvement. They're patted down on principle, the officer misses a cleverly grundled bag of weed, and are driven to their respective homes by a second car. The conversation is pleasant..the beach is beautiful on the ride home. The cop was a cute blonde.
Which one of my buddies, do you think, is white? The one that went home in the car with me, or the one that went to county for a little corrective rehabilitation?
Right around sunrise, we hit the beach to charge tourists rental on hotel cabanas. We skipped between hotels on the stretch milking tourists, smoking bowls, firing bottle rockets at seagulls through a pvc pipe....out of the window of a white trash limo.....a used grey camaro. Now me, between the heat and the hash..I'm passed out by noon. My buddies paintball in the yard. Some windows are busted....I wake up alone, sweating and greasy underneath my mattress. My buddies come back, nervous..to drop off the paintball guns. Apparently, they hit an off duty cop with a frozen red paintball, on an inlet. They had to pass by him several times to find their way back out to the causeway. So he get's their plates. I put em up in my closet then we all load back up and head out for the sunset repeat.
OFC we get pulled over by a state trooper out at De Soto Park. He's looking for a male in a grey camaro, which had multiple reports of the discharge of a weapon and a possible officer shooting. Property damage (we'd been ramming peoples dumpsters and mailboxes right after sunrise), endangering pedestrians, petty fraud, etc. The driver is screwed. Cuffed, towed. The passengers, on the other hand, deny their involvement. They're patted down on principle, the officer misses a cleverly grundled bag of weed, and are driven to their respective homes by a second car. The conversation is pleasant..the beach is beautiful on the ride home. The cop was a cute blonde.
Which one of my buddies, do you think, is white? The one that went home in the car with me, or the one that went to county for a little corrective rehabilitation?
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