A Walk Through My Own White Privilege

The extent to which I’ve benefited from my skin color is too significant to measure.

My friend knew we’d made a mistake based on how long it was taking to get to the next stop. He had forgotten that the 2/3 veered East after 96th Street, rather than continuing north up Broadway. I was a high school senior, making a college visit. He was from New York but the suburbs, not a regular subway rider.