Confederate Flags and Pancakes
On our way home from meeting friends in Tennessee, my husband H turned to me and said, "You are so brave to date a minority." I looked at him and told him that I wasn't brave at all. That in every way possible, I still benefit from white privilege, and that no matter how caring or great he thought I was, I could never fully understand what it's like to be an Asian-American living in the South. The night before, we were looking forward to taking a day trip to Gatlinburg to see friends who were there doing the same thing, taking the weekend to go somewhere new and explore a new town. We met our friends at the Log Cabin Pancake House and had a normal breakfast. We ate pancakes (big surprise), drank coffee, and caught up on life. H is a classmate with our friend so they talked about school while my friend's husband and I listened. Our friends are both white, but the topic of racism was brought up pretty early on in the breakfast. On ...