white lady

I’m a cis, straight, middle-class, U.S. citizen, white lady—I’ll be fine.

"It wasn't odd for me to be in a room where I'm the only white person. That's the comfort level that I had. This felt like home to me. It's the set where I felt the most at home of any that I've ever been on. I didn't look at myself as, 'I'm the white lady'—although I am."

I didn't look at myself as, "I'm the white lady" —although I am.

San Juan Capistrano, with its mission as old as the Declaration of Independence, seems to have the highest count: a misty “white lady,” who poisoned herself on the front porch of the lover who jilted her; the spirits of some two score Native Americans killed when a December 1812 earthquake collapsed poorly mortared mission walls as they were at Mass; George, a cigar-smoking spirit in a plaid shirt; and the Baskervillian mascot of all ghostly encounters, a red-eyed devil dog.

A white lady hand once told me that I could be the next “Freddie Gray,” if I continued to put out great work.