I am a white, middle class, Paulistano woman of Italian heritage. My family is not rich, but I’m not blind to the fact that my privileges in this society come with my white skin. The most important privilege of all may be the fact that I don’t even have to think about the impact of my skin colour.
Whenever I hail a cab, the driver stops and welcome me in. No one ever mistook me for a hooker while I was having dinner with my blue-eyed boyfriend, nor had me for a child’s nanny or the house servant. And it’s hard to imagine someone crossing the street away from me when walking at night or holding their bag closer when I sit beside them on the bus.