“White privilege” has a rather specific meaning, and it isn’t “white people get extra good stuff” or “white people have no problems.” If you are going to complain about the term, at least learn what it means.
White privilege refers quite specifically to the idea that white people rarely have to think about their race and are rarely defined by it. It refers to the fact that in our society, “white” is the default, and others are defined according to how they vary from it.
It means not being made aware of your race in daily interactions. When I go to a job interview, I rarely think about how my race is going to factor in to it. I’m just a candidate, not a “white candidate.” When I teach, I’m just a teacher, not the “white teacher.” When I interact with others, be it the police, a business, a landlord, etc. I don’t think about how my race is affecting the interaction. I don’t think about how my race makes others see me. Whiteness comes with a sense of belonging basically anywhere in US society. When I step on the bus, sit down at a bar, go to a restaurant, etc. I don’t do the subconscious calculation of what the race mix is and how I fit into that. White privilege means you get to be yourself first, and not your race first. When I speak up in a classroom, nobody assumes I speak with the voice of my race. When I’m being drunk and obnoxious downtown after clubbing, I don’t reflect poorly on white folks. When I do something well, nobody says that I’m an “articulate” white person. I am not an ambassador of whiteness. I am just myself.
Finally, it means that my cultural habits are understood and catered for. I do not need to modify my dialect when I go to a job interview. When I wear casual clothes common in my social group, it doesn’t have negative connotations. Nobody finds my pop music threatening. I don’t need to watch a niche TV show or watch niche movies to see love stories and comedies that speak to my culture. My culture is just there, everywhere, seamlessly.
I’ve spent years as a minority outside the US, and it’s exhausting. I felt like every time I walked into a room or entered an interaction, there was me, and then there was also this whole other thing that is my race, following me around with baggage I never created. When I’d talk to someone, they would be talking to me, but also to “white girl.” I had friends and social support groups, but I was always their “white friend,” not just Sven. When I’d walk into a store or restaurant, I could see the discomfort on people faces- what was I doing there? Where was I from? How should they act? Was I going to be an issue? It’s a lot to take on every time you hop into 7-11 to buy toilet paper. And this slight bit of uneasiness, this nagging little extra awareness, grinds on you. It makes you tired, and eventually it starts to wear on your very sense of self. I felt like i was always apologizing for myself, for my awkward existence.
Not having that? It’s a privilege.