#atinylife WillowWhite

I was talking to a friend the other day (online, of course, because Covid), and the subject of Willow Tree ornaments came up.

Remember those?

I don’t know if it was a worldwide thing, but for a while, everyone in the UK had AT LEAST one. We had three, back in the day.

Anyway, I sent the link to Zoom chat, and she said: ‘Oh yeah. They are really white, aren’t they?’

And here is where I call myself out.

For not realising this, at all. For never considering how these ornaments are made a facsimile, not of ‘every man (women or child)’ but actually ‘every white man (women or child).’ For not realising that being able to recognise myself in those faceless ornaments meant that other people would be made to feel other, different. Again.

This. Is. White. Privilege.