I grew up poor, mostly below the poverty line. We ate every day, but not always enough. Clothes were mostly donated hand-me-downs. Went to below-average schools which emphasized football and had no programs for advanced students. Tell me about this privilege I had when growing up. I think I'm due reparations because I missed out on my share.

In the late 1980s I had a coworker whom I mostly didn't despise. Black, grew up in NYC. Convinced that he had lived a life of deprivation and hardship, though he had both of his parents, and they were both professionals and made decent money, and he was an only child, and he went to a private school, and not only did he not have to help support his family once he was old enough, they mostly paid for his college. He often brought up that one night he and some friends were hassled by cops. He got pissed off when I pointed out that by most metrics, I grew up blacker than he did.