I’m a tall white female, and am always being asked to reach for something in the supermarket. Always happy to help. Skin color has nothing to do with it.
If I were walking down the street, and saw a group of black women ahead of me — no problem. Same with a group of older black men. And same with a mixed group of black men, women, teens or whatever. But if it is a couple or a group of hoodie kids with their underpants hanging out, and there is no one else around, - I will cross the street. Appearances do matter in a way, especially when there is a history that goes with it.
But that last bit does not match what I am about to say: I have eyes. I can see color. If I am talking with a white, brown, black or yellow person, I can see what color they are. But it is when they open their mouth and start talking, I can see the person for whom they are. Color has nothing to do with it.
I learned that quite well one time when — as an older woman, I was taking a college course. A tall white teen walked in. He was dressed all gothic, had earrings and his hair was swept in a way to get attention. I wondered what he was trying to show. It wasn’t long before I really liked this kid. His appearance - Goth culture to the nth degree, sure belied his personality. He was about the most conservative kid I’ve ever met. Friendly, fun — and very conservative. I learned not to judge by appearance.
Hanging pants and hoodies, tho — makes me think twice.
As it should.
She went on Letterman and said he was trying to disguise herself. If so, how could this be racists if the shorter person thought she was an employee of Target or just wanted help.