I'm imagining 200 gift cards given to white girls.
Like when this girl I know - conventionally pretty, white, blonde as a bleached asshole - got pulled over by a cop. Rather than getting shot, or having her spine randomly severed, or getting choked out, they talked about college football and she went on her merry way. I called her out on it, and she said she didn't have to apologize for her "privilege". First, I never asked for an apology. Also, nothing screams "I am a huge tool" than putting "privileged" when referring to yourself in quotes.
I'm a white dude, but I've gotten so fucking good at "whiting it up" around cops. It's just... fucking disgusting how easy it is to get away with shit as a white guy. If I just put a certain affectation to my voice, it's like I can instantly hypnotize them. And then of course I'd be out with friends in my home town suburb as a teenager, high as fuck, decked out in my angsty goth clothes, and they'd pat me on the back before they do a full body search with backup cops for the goody two shoes military friend of mine because he's black, all within three minutes. And then people just... don't see the connection between race and police interactions?
A ha. The "luck" portion was poorly communicated in your anecdote. I've dated my fair share of attractive white women. The good ones assume they'll get away with bullshit in traffic. Oddly enough, the one time I got away with bullshit in traffic was while drag racing... we ripped past a cop who pulled us both over. Me, with my beard, pony tail, leather jacket and '66 Falcon figured I was fucked considering the other car was a BMW full of white chicks. ...and a dude in the back seat. ...and, according to the cops, party quantities of alcohol and marijuana. I still think if it weren't for the dude, that would have been six points on my license.