I'm not sure what being White means to me.  I feel so confused.  I know that my ancestors might have done some bad things, or maybe they didn't, but I can't accept the blame for them.... even if they did.   But the truth is, I do struggle because everywhere I look, all around, there is a lot of things I get to enjoy just because I'm White. I see how many non-Whites are in prison or poverty and I know it's left over from years of oppression. Even though I know it's better than in the past, I wish we could say we've really reached Martin Luther King's dream but we haven't. I notice that when I see a homeless Black person I'm more likely to give money because I know they assume I live off in some safe White suburb.