My experiences in Liverpool taught me that my half-whiteness did not represent a get-out-of-jail-card from racism. While I did get some “white privilege” from my mother, it was always by proxy, contingent on her physical presence beside me, as well as her active interventions. For example, eventually, my mother was able to arrange for my sister and I to get a ride from our home in Birkenhead to our school in Liverpool. Another parent was kind enough to let us join her and her daughter in their morning commute; however, I’m doubtful that she would have done this for us if my mother had not been white and well-educated.