I don't hide my white privilege but many of my friends don't know that my Greek-American father wasn't considered white as a young man. But they don't tend to ask because I look utterly white, a caucasian through and through. It's such a small thing, that it barely scratches the surface of relevance. And yet weirdly enough my realisation of what this means is emblematic of our globally expansive-yet-locally-intolerant times.
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