You know, I wouldn't actually wish it on anyone, not even white people, but...welcome to how I've felt when dealing with white people all of my life. It's always in the back of my mind what prejudices are triggered when they see my dark skin and kinky hair and casual clothes, and my concerns are proven correct sometimes (not always, but it happens) when they're visibly surprised when I open my mouth and use big words with a "white" accent, or tell a white doctor I have no kids and have never been pregnant, or anything else that clashes with their unconscious beliefs about black women.

They're rarely malicious about it, but racism doesn't have to be hateful to be troubling. It's just reality and I work around the discomfort. No race should have to, but I admit that I have trouble feeling sympathy for white people bemoaning the lost unawareness that I - and many other minorities - have never had.