I was in high school when I first heard the term white privilege. I wondered when I would get my white privilege card. Entitled me to no interest loans for as much as I needed, Get me in with people who would give me a great job just because I'm white. Most of the kids at my school were middle class like me, There were a few snotty rich kids though. Thurston B Howell IV's dad bought him a Corvette when he was 16. I had to drive my mother's old Buick when she wasn't using it. Thurston must have his already. I bet that mean old Thurston swiped my white privilege card. Then rationality took over and I thought I must have to wait until I was 18. On my 18th birthday I anxiously waited be the mailbox for the mailman to bring my card. You can imagine my disappointment when all he brought was bills for my dad and a bunch of junk mail. And my copy of Sports Illustrated. Maybe 21 was the age I would get my card, But no. Well, I still hadn't graduated from college. I must have to earn it. The only jobs I was offered that required a college degree were crappy, boring and low pay jobs. Damn that mailman. He must have stolen my card. He has a very light skinned son. I bet his son is passing for a real white man. I had to resort to painting houses just to make decent enough money to pay my bills. After a couple of years I wasn't just a painter. I had my own business and hired others to paint In the true spirit of whiteness I had become a successful entrepreneur and business owner. Surely they would issue a replacement white privilege card now. In my late 30s I started another business in what existed of the internet at that time. By my mid 40s I was making more money per month than a lot of people make all year. By some people's standards I was rich. Still no card. I enjoyed the good life for years. When business took a turn for the worse I continued to live the lifestyle to which I had become accustomed. This must be some kind of divine test. Now my card would be granted and everything would be hunky dory again. At 55 I was out of business I had to resort to a series of sales jobs. If only I had had my white privilege card. I know the exist. Here is a picture of one.