He's got the whole world in his hands: talking to a white son about privilege

The other day, my four year old son began crying spontaneously. This is a daily occurrence, and the reasons for the crying are usually somewhat bizarre. This time, Simon told me he was worried about a black friend from school whom, he feared, would be all but invisible at night. "What if someone bumps into her?" he sobbed. I assured him that she would n…