Hmmm.
I was thinking about how people dress and act when I was in the Walmart recently. If we’re all racist, why don’t I feel threatened by a middle-aged black man, in jeans and a family-reunion t-shirt, picking out produce? Or a teenage boy in the local charter school’s uniform, shopping with his mother? Or black men at the door, in coat and tie ... the Jehovah’s Witness missionaries?
However, I do make sure the garage door is down and the van is locked when my neighbor’s son - the one with the felony record - has his friends hanging around, in falling-down pants and ski caps in summer. And they’re all white.
Like OJ Simpson?