When My Husband Knows It’s Time To Use His White Privilege

Because at times, the racism is just too blatant, just too overt

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On our way back home from Paris last Sunday, my white husband, my mixed-race daughter, and I decided to fly. Our flight was to leave Paris’ smaller airport Orly. As always, I was in a hurry to get to the airport early. As a Black person, I’m always self-conscious of the fact that it might take me longer to get through imm…