I see the fear on her face as we walk towards each other. It’s broad daylight. I’m just walking down the sidewalk, minding my own business but she looks at me as if I was going to attack her at any minute. She walks faster and clutches her handbag tightly. Maybe she thinks I’m going to make a grab for it.
She moves closer to the wall, trying to put as much space between us as possible. Her eyes dart back and forth, like a frightened prey and its predator.
Anger and pity fill me. I’m angry because she assumes that I’m a criminal because of the color of my skin and pity because she’s a victim of her own twisted, racist preconceived notions.
I walk past her. I don’t look back. I don’t care to. I continue walking and with each step, I try to let go of the anger. It doesn’t do me any good to hold on to it. But, the pity remains. I pity her and others like her who live in ignorance. Perhaps one of these days, this race problem will go away but even as I think it, the idea seems ludicrous. It will never go away. It’s something I will have to deal with until the day I die. Sad, but that’s my reality.
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