The writer refers to being acosted.
Well, I shop at certain stores and pretty much keep to myself. I notice when black people are looking at me, out of the corner of their eye, as I go behind them looking at wares.
This is no different than anyone else shopping and yet it recalls an experience where one black gal, who I hadn’t noticed walked quickly to me and stopping right in my path curtly blurtted out “I’m shopping!”.
I look around, not sure she is telling me this and smiling say “Good for you. Is that an accomplishment?”
She walked off and I quickly shook my head and went back to shopping.
WTF. Do I look like security?
If you are shopping why not consume yourself with the fun of looking at stuff and considering it an amusing way to spend your time?
Why bother me with your suspicions, which I think are largely synthetic?