I wish White Privilege would just go away, like Leonard Bernstein did in the Summer of 1971, when Art Frye of Local 25 ( the Orchestra Hall superintendent) told him to go have carnal relations with himself, for snapping his fingers in full fury at me and two Polish janitors, because we did not immediately snap to attention, during our lunch break and immediately recognize the wants and desires of the sexual identity challenged Maestro. Yep, white privilege vamoosed up command in them halcyon days of yore.
Privileged Whites armed with faux concern and Guy Fawkes masks went to war with cops last night and were marshaling tens of warriors this morning, as I picked up the Leo Dozen from Englewood, Grand Crossing ( O Street) ,Bronzeville and points west of the Dan Ryan.
I was my privilege to drive these energetic, engaged and fiery African American teenagers. They are none too worried about their condition and position in society, or history. They are ass-kickers and heart-breakers.