Perhaps it takes a directly personal experience to be willing to see white privilege. We are a mixed-race family. My husband and I are white and watching our adopted Chinese daughter understand what it means (to her; to the world around her) to be different–not white/euro/caucasian like her parents, like most of the people around her– has taught me how easy it is to NOT see our own privilege. I did not see it (not as powerfully) until I had to see it through her eyes. It’s there.