I am of color, but light skinned. Therefore I am privileged. Perhaps more than I know. I remember my sisters coming home, crying because they were bullied relentlessly and called niggers by their classmates, who demanded they ‘go back to where they came from’. I remember my sis coming home from the supermarket as she was stopped and asked to empty her bag because ‘you never know with those negroes’. My mom, heavily pregnant of me, being asked to leave the baby dump as ‘women of the red district were unwelcome’. She had to come back with my 6”8 tall white dad wearing a suit, to be able to shop in peace. I remember stories of my white grandma and black grandpa, losing friends and family, being assaulted, harrassed and asked to leave everywhere over the fact that they were together. I am probably the only one in my family that has only occasionally had to deal with overt racism towards myself. Nevertheless, I’ve seen it around me so many times... Racism, ethnoracism and colorism aren’t just occasional things happening in the USA. White privilege is not something only happening overseas and outside of the Netherlands. Please, be vocal about (structural) racism, colorism and ethnoracism, even when you are white or of an ethnic majority. It is so important that the problems are acknowledged not only by those that fall victim to it. Yes, all lives matter, but not all lives are systematically excluded nor in danger. Speak out with me! #brand @andotherstories #analogue #photography by @sophievanderperre #styling by @stylistannaklein #beauty by @egonmakeup #hair by @kalle_eklund #artdirection by @agnesvannerus #production by @korneliaeklund #agency @themovementmodels