> "White Privilege Doesn't Exist" I was on the road for 16 hours. I-95 in South Carolina on my way to Florida from NJ. Late at night. An hour past Pedro South of the Border. Almost delirious when I pulled into a *TRUCK STOPS OF AMERICA* to wake up. There were 20 rigs parked and purring all around the parking lot and it was lit up bright as day with all the lights. I sat on a round stool at the counter and the waitress said, "What can I get ya?" in that South Carolina accent that made me feel warm and welcome, home. I ordered a cup of coffee. She poured it immediately into one of those thick ceramic cups sitting on a thick ceramic saucer and crossed her arms. (I want to say she was snapping chewing gum at me, but it wasn't that dramatic. She just poured the coffee and walked away to talk to the chef). There was a spoon on the saucer. There were packets of pink sweet-n-low BUT NO SUGAR in the thick ceramic holder near the napkin dispenser. No milk either. 8BE likes milk and sugar with his coffee. *"...excuse me...", said 8BE while flagging the waitress a few feet away, "...can I get some milk and sugar over here?" The waitress came right up. She slammed down a new holder with sugar packets and a fresh little frosty pitcher full of icy cold milk right in front of me. A few drops of milk flew out of the tiny spout and splashed near my cup of coffee. Then she said, *"If you wanted a cup of cream and sugar, why'd you ask for coffee?"* I was dumbfounded. Tired. Exhausted. All the truckers and the waitress were laughing. I didn't see the humor. 16 hours on the road and you still had to deal with wise-ass redneck truckers, gum-snapping waitresses making snide remarks about your cup of coffee at 4am and .99 cents a gallon gas. That was back in 1992. That was White privilege.