I know I am going to go way off topic with this. LOL
Just one of those days.
Even tho I am lily white complected, I'm not sure I could differentiate accurately what it is like to be white.
This is where I go off the rails I think.
So if you've never been to jail, the drunk tank normally has two benches along two facing walls.
One bench, it has been my experience, is where all the white guys sit and the other is where all the black guys sit.
It's not segregation it's tribalism. When in a hostile environment I guess we tend to revert back to our tribal programing and long haired guys gravitate to other long haired guys and so on.
So this one time I was in jail, I walked into the drunk tank like normal with my head up but my gaze was on the floor. If you have never been to jail eye contact isn't what you want to make. LOL
So I see an empty spot on the bench and sit down. After about 2 hours another guy who had been pacing around the tank, sits down on the same bench as me about four guys down.
The young kid he sat next to, it wasn't cramped and he wasn't that close, asked the man why he had to sit on that bench and make it all cramped. Then asked him why he didn't sit on the other bench where there was plenty of room. Both benches were about the same.
The guy, instead of moving his dumb ass to the other bench, chose to defend that the bench wasn't cramped and why couldn't he sit there. Which in turn caused the conversation to become a standing nose to nose yelling match which got his lunch tray knocked out of his hands.
He then picked up his tray and went and sat on the other bench.
While I was attempting to figure out what the hell just happened, I realized he had sat on the bench where all the black guys were sitting. Did I mention he was white? I kind of chuckled to myself and thought "Dumb ass." Then I looked left and right and realized I had been sitting on that bench as well. Nobody said anything to me or even acted like I was on the wrong bench at all.
So when I realized where I had been sitting all a long, I just went back to looking at my shoes and finished my lunch. I didn't change seat because I didn't want to be rude. :-)
As I ate I reflected on all the other times I had been in the drunk tanks and realized that it happens every time. I assure you it is completely unintentional, but no one has ever said anything to me about it.
I have a bunch of other examples of situations just like this, where I wasn't treated any different because I was white.
Also I have never really noticed any of my black friends being treated any differently than I get treated.
So I hope it wasn't to far off track. :-)
Oh and great question.