Live sven, I’ve lived abroad where whites were a tiny minority, and in some cases only me in a city or town, although mine has been for more than 25 years over a 35-year-period.
I really did not understand white privilege as a white male growing up in what was then damn near lily white east side of Salt Lake in the 60s and 70s.
I can’t pretend that even now I can completely understand what it’s like to be a minority in America, although I do believe that I can understand much better than I did before.
Maybe people with a greater gift of natural empathy than I have a better sense, but I was as completely oblivious as Marie Antoinette, even if the famous quote was fabricated. I wasn’t prejudiced so they couldn’t really be treated differently, right?
For me it took some experiences which provoked visceral reactions.
Without questions, the one which stand out the most was when my now ex-wife and I were hunting for apartment in Tokyo. I knew that there were barriers to foreigners renting, but had figured that I would be OK. I spoke Japanese, was married to a Japanese and worked as a professional in a Japanese culture. I had references and guarantors who would vouch for my worthiness and was as assimilated as well as anyone I knew.
Yet, when my wife and I would walk into a real estate office, all that was completely, one hundred percent irrelevant. I had white skin and they weren’t going to talk to us. Some wouldn’t even try to contact the landlord.
I still remember the rage I felt walking out of an agency where they sole proprietor had been kicked back in his chair reading his newspaper. As the door chimed as we entered, you could see his game face come on and he greeted my ex like a long-lost cousin, only to instantly turn stone cold with the realization that the gaijin behind
her was part of the package.
Without a word, his feet went back up, the newspaper picked up and with an extremely rude flick of his wrist, we were dismissed without commet. My face contorted with anger, we did an about face while I fantasized about throwing bricks through the window, or worse.
Fortunately, outside of trying to rent apartments out and out bigotry was rare, which is why I stayed there as long as I did.
(I did have an interesting experience with one Japanese girlfriend I met in a bar in the section of Tokyo where foreigners would hang out. She was divorced in her 40s, which made remarriage difficult as she would come to Roppongi to meet foreigners. She had several rental units, but would never rent to non-Japanese. We were good enough to fuck or marry, but just don’t rent to us.)
I ran into an issue with an European-led, African-based NGO which I had been helping do fund raising in Japan, getting donations in the thousands of dollars. It wasn’t a massive amount yet, but we were growing. Then they decided to put some fresh-out-of-school whizkid in charge of Japan because he was Japanese. It didn’t matter that he had absolutely no experience in Japan and as a kid, he wouldn’t be taken seriously by anyone, he was Japanese so he was suddenly in charge. I resigned and all the projects stopped as he wasn’t able to keep things going.
Most of it was for more subtle. People being surprised that we can use chopsticks, that kind of thing. Others was more irritating. I was a sales manager and restaurants could not believe that I was the host and not the guest and would try to give the bill to my clients.