In that way, no one in Baltimore needs to offer my two white daughters — ages 5 and 3 — a formal lesson in white supremacy. They could easily learn it by pulling into the parking complexes of those two very different Targets; they absorb it as we toggle between the Waverly YMCA and the YMCA in Towson, with its fireplace, sun-filled Stay and Play, and saltwater pool with fountains and water slide. They can observe the difference in amenities and resources, take note of the skin color of staff and customers. They can begin, in their young minds, to understand the social order of our world — who gets nice things and who doesn’t — and create a framework. I can’t hope they don’t see it and I can’t lie and tell them it isn’t so. Instead, I have to try to help them understand that this system of oppression and racism exists and why we must dismantle it.