White guilt can be exploited to different degrees. For instance:

Level ONE: At work you just raise your voice often enough to blackmail everyone else on the team, lest they become the target of allegation of racism, and your get your own sitting spot in the cafetaria.

level TWO: You make a big-words fuss of the negro’s indelible grievances, and you get tenure at Harvard.

level THREE: Reserved for those who really know how to milk it to the hilt: You raise almost a billion dollars and get propelled to the white house by millions of folks trying the cleanse their politically correct self-image of any future application of the dreaded racist label.

Is there anything a white policeman do about any of this? Yes, as a matter of fact there is, arrest the bastard when his tantrum gets out of bounds. Then you go to the white house triangular beer party, knowing full well that beer drinking at the pinnacle, with miscalibrated egoes, mikes and cameras around is not quite as relaxing as the same in your backyard with your authentic buddies.

To what lenght one has to go to get to drink a beer while on duty?