Then it dawned on me

When I lived in Baltimore I was part of a group of four guys from North Baltimore Mennonite Church who gathered monthly for conversation and beer. All of us were joggers, one a long-distance runner. On a hot, humid summer evening the long-distance runner said he jogged after dark when the weather was more comfortable. Another of our group said he would under no circumstances jog at night in his neighborhood — he would get shot. He was Black. And I began to understand the meaning of white privilege.

Lewis Naylor, Goshen, Ind.

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