Look at privilege this way. You’re white guy. You come up to the starting line and settling down to race wearing nothing but your running shorts, your running shoes, and a tee-shirt or tank top. You can burst off that line like a shot from a gun.

Next to you is a young woman. She’s dressed like you, but she’s got two extra pounds strapped to her wrists and ankles and she’s wearing skirts. She could conceivably beat you, but she’s weighed down. She has to work harder to keep up, much less win.

Next up is an African American man who’s dragging a old-style ball and chain and trying to keep up. Oh, he might be able to lift the ball into his arms, but he’ll never get a full stride. In fact, he has to run just a little crouched over because the chain’s too short.

That’s what privilege is.