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Let’s talk about white privilege.”
Outside, winter’s bite is lingering well into March; but here, on The Comedy Cellar stage, Neal Brennan’s just warming up. He moves between a microphone and a nearby notepad, his sartorial choice — a hoodie and hipster glasses — belying his 45 years of age.
“Right, Wil?” he calls out to the night’s emcee, a youngish black guy.
“Finally,” Wil responds, game for the comic volley.
“Sure, Wil, as a black person, you’re like, ‘What do the whites think of this?’”
Wil’s trying to hold it together.
“I’ve just started calling it out,” says Brennan. “Like, internships, that’s some white people shit.”
Wil’s losing it now. So is the audience.
“They’re…