I’m a white writer from a working class background - dad’s been crushing it at more or less the same factory since he was a teen & mum’s a mental health nurse - it’s not a context I’m ever really forced to think about myself in, though, and that, of course, is my great privilege. https://twitter.com/wwcwriters/status/1356900128485998594

It’s incredible, really, what whiteness can do - allowing me to not only be ambivalent about myself, about those less fortunate, but also to hand-wave away weirdoes like this as if they’re no big deal...

...It’s almost like I’ve been born into an unearned advantage over BAME writers (also - as a healthy cis man - an unearned advantage over women, the LGBTQ+ community, and the differently-abled)

The only place this ever really appears in my thinking is in acknowledging the advantages that I’ve been given, and pushing myself every day to try and earn my place on your bookshelves. That is almost certainly not enough - so, for clarity, as a white working class writer:

I’d rather read shampoo ingredients in the dark than someone who belonged to this guild.