I distinctly recall (as a teenager!) wanting to be an elementary teacher in an ‘urban’ school, authentically connecting with a room of black students. I imagined myself leading a group of children in a facilitated learning activity, sitting as a group on a large carpet in the corner.
And as a young white person, I did see my white skin as a probable barrier for that authentic connection. And that was my understanding of white privilege (whether I would have called it that or not!). My whiteness could be a real hurdle in relationship building with people of color, specifically black people.
A lot has changed for me since that desire to teach as a teenager and that initial acknowledgment that whiteness is an actual thing that I personally have to live with and deal with and figure out.