I’m a second generation American on one side, third on the other. No antecedents in the US before the Civil War, and they’re all Swedish, so their imperialistic conquering is a thousand years ago. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t benefitted from being white, and (when I was young at least) blond and reasonably good looking.
I feel no guilt for any of those things, but I do feel guilt when I behave as though I’ve earned those advantages. I’ve worked on some of them, but I know people who have worked as hard, and harder, and not gotten as far ahead. I’ve been hired because I was white (a waitress job — didn’t know it at the time), and denied work because I’m female.
The guilt is participating in a society that doesn’t, in fact, entirely grant equal opportunity. There is a window available for most people, but it’s really big for some folks, and really small for others. Acknowledging that, and acknowledging that things aren’t always perfect, doesn’t lessen what you’ve earned. Just a reminder to be grateful, and to share
Wendy P.