I, too, have had white privilege on my mind, thinking about things I took for granted until recently. One of my favorite Wood Guthrie songs is “This Land is Your Land.” Recently I was playing it on my ukulele, singing along, when it all of a sudden hit me. This land is not my land. We stole this land violently. This land was not made for you and me.

It was a profound awakening. We owe Native Americans. I don't know what can be done, but we have placed and held them under conditions that are appalling. If there is a group that is working toward reparations, I would like to be a part of it.

Janice Torck, Salt Lake City