This isn’t completely related but also not completely unrelated, so:
Bit of background real quick on me - my dad is Native and my mom is white. I’m not dark enough that you know for sure “that’s an Indian” but I’m dark enough that you know I’m “something” (Hispanic is the usual guess, idk why).
I don’t think that all people of color are pour souls constantly terrorized by some white boogey-man, nor do I think all white people are wealthy and have perfect lives and live with the sole purpose of trying to bring down anybody of color that they can find. Not at all. I’ve seen many racist people of color and many very kind, emapthetic, loving white people who have had very rough lives.
However, I just wanted to tell this quick story. Just kinda going off of what @flipcollar said about how it’s nice to be white.
My dad is a bricklayer. Has been for almost 20 years. Widely known amongst the construction industry in our area that he’s one of the best around at what he does. Not just saying that because I’m his son, but it’s true. He’s got an amazing work ethic (which goes against the common stereotype of Natives as lazy bums living off welfare), and just has a skill for what he does.
When the company he works for gets jobs, there’s basically two types - commercial jobs where it’s just some simple brick walls on a store, school, hospital, etc. or residential jobs where some wealthy person wants some fancy stone work done on their house. These jobs require a little bit more skill, due to the intricacy of it, and the “importance” of the customer.
He is, and has been for a long time, the guy in charge of these jobs. When he works at them, it’s him, one or possibly two other bricklayers, and one “tender” who basically does whatever is demanded of him by the bricklayers. (If anyone wants to get a strong back, shoulders, and grip, work this job for a summer. It’ll work wonders.)
Anyway, all of his coworkers are white. He started the job around the age of 20 years old. My parents had me when they were still in high school, and my dad, who didn’t go to college, found this job after being a dishwasher and factory worker for a couple years. I am too young to remember, but from what I’ve heard from my mom, when he started he was a young, inexperienced guy who immediately was at the bottom of the totem pole, working 60+ hours a week, in all types of weather, showing up an hour before anyone else, and staying an hour later. He was constantly called a prairie nigger by his coworkers, as well as other terms, and most expected him to quit after the first few paychecks. He didn’t need to work this hard, but he felt the need to, in order to earn anybody’s respect.
A couple years ago, during the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school, I worked at this company as a tender. It payed well for someone my age and I actually chose it hoping it would help my deadlift go up . Now my dad had been at this job for about 15 years, and I came in, and watched him still being called racist names and shown a lot of disrespect by his coworkers. Occasionally they get some new guys, usually high school or college age, who even though they are new and completely inexperienced, watch the example of the older workers, and call people things. We’ve had an influx of Mexicans in our area lately, and some of them have started working with him, and are always met with unfriendliness and racism by the white employees. Again, even by the teenagers who have never worked a day in their life, yet they show up and start treating them a certain way as well. And at least where we live, Mexicans in particular, pretty much only work the hardest, shittiest jobs. Hard construction jobs, night janitors, factory workers, and at the beef plant (where they kill and prepare cattle - idk if that’s the universal term for it or not).
Anyway, the summer I worked with him, I never once saw a customer show up and talk to him. They showed up quite often, to check on their houses and look at the progress of the work. They never ONCE came and spoke to him. Though he was usually in charge, they would go to the white workers, every single time, and ask them their questions (like, when would they be done, was everything going ok, etc.). Even if the white employee in question was 16-19 years old! And every single time, they were refered over to my dad, since he was in charge, and every single time they got a look of surprise on their face. And they would go to him, and ask, almost in disbelief “Are…are you in charge?” Like it was impossible.
That’s the end of the story. My apologies for the length of that. My point was not to demonize white people, nor cast pity on minorities, but simply to echo what flip said say that often, yes, white men do experience at least some benefits. To work at a job for almost two decades, after three knee surgeries, one back surgery and daily racism directed at you, and have your customers never once refer to you for help, choosing teenagers with not even any facial hair on them over you simply because of your skin color, is not necessarily direct, aggressive racism, but it’s just the fact that most people have these predetermined ideas in their head and that, is the benefit I think a lot of whites experience, whether or not they know it.