When I listen to some people talk, I don’t care white or black, but they make statements like, “I don’t understand the whole school lunch thing, I make my kids a sandwich every day,” I’m stunned at the blind privilege; gut punched stunned.

You need be humbly glad you don’t understand, on your knees humbled.

Archie ate half my peanut butter sandwich and half my banana for a lot lunches from first grade to sixth. He thought I was rich because I had a sandwich every day. In a way I suppose I was. Half sandwiches split with a kid who never had any lunch stays with you a long, long time.

I’m happy and sad for the people who can’t understand this.