“As you speed toward a crowded crosswalk, you’re confronted with an impossible choice: veer right and mow down a large group of elderly people, or veer left into a woman pushing a stroller.”
I’m hitting the old people. They’ve led a full life, and might die tomorrow anyway for all I know. That baby in a stroller hasn’t had a chance yet.
Plot twist: The elderly people are of minority decent and you're White.
My guess is that in such a scenario your driverless car is then programed to explode into a million pieces.