Today I had an unusual experience while attending the African American Museum in Washington D.C..  A museum that I only was able to attend because  I befriending some veterans who happened to be African American. The place required tickers in advance unless you were associated with a veteran and they gave this privilege to go with them.  Yet that wasn’t the end of the privilege at least to others that were in attendance. This place was packed and the exhibits although very powerful were exhausting at the same time.  Please also note this museum noted the horrible conditions that African American’s had to go through at the hands of those in power who were white. I noticed a large line and my hyper privilege took over as I attempted to see what everyone was waiting for.  An African American woman who took exception to my desire to look ahead decided to call me out for this behavior not by saying that there was a line or what the line was for but saying I was attempting some “white privilege” and repeated this several times. I was honestly just curious about the line and also where the exit was and told her that was the case. If anything it had nothing to do with my skin color but my  “Hyper NY attitude. The truth is me and my ancestors truly didn’t have such privilege as shown with the next museum I visited the Holocaust where my ancestors learned 1st hand that this didn’t exist at all.

FOOTNOTE- I sorta pushed ahead in the Holocaust Museum as well.