I recently immersed myself in the world of Winchester — the ninth Ivy League in the fictional universe of Dear White People.

Despite the show being, well, a show, do not think the scripted Netflix series for lacks in realism. The microaggressions, explicit aggressions and elitist (sometimes confused for collegiate) attitudes smothered me with an all too graphic familiarity.

Having just completed my first year at a predominately white institution, I found the series to be acutely self-aware and even more acutely accurate.

In one episode, Reggie surprises us all with the appearance of his one white friend. Reggie and said friend are mouthing along to a song with the n-word and his friend feels entitled to say the word because it is just a song. Reggie politely asks him to not say that word. His "friend" turns the conversation into something up for debate.

It escalates when the "friend" yells, “Are you calling me a racist? I am not a racist!”

Of course, the scene goes onto escalate even further in intensity with Reggie being gunned down in a much talked about scene.

But this small scene right before that, best encapsulates the everyday dynamics of being a black student on a white campus.

I have been Reggie. I have swayed along, seemingly enjoying myself. Only to be startled into uneasiness by a white student aggressively shouting every lyric to "Mask Off" while thumping all parts of himself against the beat of the song. However, I did not engage with the boy. I just walked away.

Instead of a blackface party, I encountered “the Negro is the disease of our society” and three swastikas spattered across the walls of my library.

Instead of settling comfortably into an all-black dorm, I struggled with the discomfort of knowing an unapologetic Trump supporter situates himself a few doors down.

Instead of my "friend" spouting sporadic dance moves and the n-word at my side, my teammate sang a politically incorrect jingle in the middle of a party hoping to snare a few chuckles.

I have learned college students are terrified of the label "racist."

At college I encountered plenty of false sincerity and ingenuine political correctness. I listened as white students recited lines from sociological papers they read in that one African studies class they took. These students only cared about black issues publicly in order to garner greater social capital on campus and further distance themselves from the "racist" label.

This is not to say that all white students fake sincerity.

But the lingering problem of racism remains; it just goes unidentified and unacknowledged by its possessor.

There seems to be confusion between being somewhat racist and being a horrible human being. You do not have to be Trump-spewing or Confederate-flag waving to be racist. We all carry prejudice — myself included. We live in an extremely racialized country.

Once we are able to acknowledge the prejudice and privileges we hold, we can grow and move forward.

I would advise Reggie’s "friend" and all collegiate students to do the following: listen, acknowledge, learn and change.

Dear White People is beautiful in that it diversifies an often white media landscape.

Shows like DWP are absolutely necessary in the current era of Trump, in order to humanize black people and force white audience members to acknowledge the racialized nature of existence for a black person in America.