And I didn’t notice — The uncovering of my white privilege

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I grew up arguing with conservative parents in a small town, Fallbrook, in the northern part of San Diego County, California. At first I wasn’t arguing out of conviction, but because by the time I was a teenager I knew the quickest way to anger my father and cause his angst was to ask questions like “why isn’t communism a good thing?” or “why shouldn’t people on welfare be helped?” He’d…