"How does it feel to be a problem?"

My mom taught me early to not be racist. I have had almost no bad experiences with minorities, I don't use racist language, I'm aware not to employ microaggressions. I have supported Black liberation since I became aware as a teenager during the Black Panther days. At least as far as I can remember I have never engaged in racist activity. My ancestors were poor farmers in West Virginia on one side, Canadian on the other, and none ever owned slaves.

True that I don't get pulled over and pulled out of the car for a broken taillight, I don't get followed around in a store, I don't have Karens calling the cops on me. So I have "White Privilege" because my mother and father were White.

I have joined a couple of groups, attended rallies, made hundreds of dollars in donations. I support reparations. And I long ago cut off relations with many of my racist relatives and friends, and I don't regret it.

I have no White supremacist notions, and have never acted or behaved as a Karen.

However, I have also NOT "follow(ed) all the prescriptions of checking your privilege, unpacking your invisible knapsack, centering the marginalized," or any else of the superficial new lexicon mapping "how to be a better White person".

I say none of this for praise or thanks or to emphasize my anti-racist bonafides. But, other than the fact that I don't follow the modern script, I really would like a good answer to: WHY AM I A PROBLEM?