So don't waste your whiteness.

If you were born into this world with this particular privilege,

then it is your solemn obligation to be a good steward of that privilege.

This mind you, is privilege in God's world,

not privileged in that pretendy world of the envious,

where carping and clawing are the rule.

I went back and forth in my mind about the title of this little thing.

It came down to intersectional privilege or white privilege,

even though I was going to make the same basic points either way.

And so naturally, I asked myself which one would be more inflammatory.

Ha ha, he joked.

I ventured into this territory before, so more background on these musings, if you need it, can be found here and here. A brief cautionary note,

however, these linked non-NQN posts might have some reasonable qualifications in them, so

forewarned is forearmed. A little DNA data. Before getting to it, if I want to talk about my white privilege, the very first

thing to do is establish my bona fides. As a result of the intrepid work of our friends over at

AncestryDNA.com, it appears that 63% of my stock was the result of various flirtatious mashups,

some of which were probably not a good idea at all, in Northern England, Wales,

the Scottish lowlands, and Northern Ireland. Ireland and Scotland contributed a distinct

27 percent, Germanic Europe chipped in with 2 percent, and Norway weighed in with 8 percent,

with a possible dollop coming from Iceland. Iceland. All of this is to acknowledge, as I hope

I am doing, frankly frankly and without guile,

that I am kind of white. Let us be frank, I am almost as white as Elizabeth Warren's very high

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