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White folx, this is the myth of white supremacy operating in real time, in your mouth, in your fingers when you type it. The belief that you have access to everything, that proximity is permission, that if something exists in a space you occupy, it is available to you, is not a personality quirk. It is the table's core promise. You were told, without words, from birth, that the world and everything in it was yours to move through without asking, without context, without cost.