My first clear moment of white privilege

When I was 14, and coincidentally on the night of my Father’s 40th birthday, I was arrested for stealing a car. There was a car chase and everything. You can imagine 14 year-old Bobby in a 1974 convertible VW Beetle with the top down at 2 am sitting at a stoplight as a cop pulls up next to me. The dawning recognition on his face said “there is no way this kid is old enough to be driving.” I panicked, dropped the clutch, and immediately lurched into a 180 degree doughnut as I peeled out to make my getaway. In my mind, light-grey smoke curled up from the tires as I guided her through a power slide, but the reality was certainly less cinematic. What certainly did happen was a cop in a much faster car commenced to chase me along Jackson St in Hayward, onto Mission Blvd, and then into a series of circles around a Wendy’s parking lot until i decided to abandon ship and run. <a href="https://medium.com/@rhoberto/my-first-clear-moment-of-white-privilege-f109ea46150d">Read More</a>