I was cleaning out an old box of music stuff and came across a little confederate flag a band gave me. This band was urban LA hipsters schticking it up with country-ish music, and I was a pinch hitter on one gig. They liked confederate flags and I didn’t care one way or the other.
I realized it was a talisman of White privilege that I had been unaware of. The fact that I paid no attention was a White thing. No skin off my back.
I unfolded it and looked closely for the first time. Then I tossed it on the trash. Later I came back and saw it on top, and stuffed it into the pile to hide it.