Really? Dismantle White People? What the F does this really mean? We need to talk about whiteness — and then we need to dismantle it (msn.com) "I was 16 years old, I was white, and I was drunk in the back of a police car. The radio squawked. But I was silent. I had spent the rainy day with a couple buddies drinking beer and that afternoon, when the car in front of me stopped at a yellow light, my car didn't, and I crashed into it. The driver of that car was an elderly Black man. He didn't seem to be hurt, but my old Volkswagen bug was wrapped around his bumper, and the sheriff's deputy knew I had been drinking. I was in big trouble".