When I rode on the DART rail to work downtown, half the riders were black people who all smelled like skunks.
Busses were SEMTA from Downriver... Don’t get on the Detroit busses - they stopped at the city line...
If the supermarket is busy, most of the time I go in one, I smell it on someone. Sometimes reeking, as if they toked up in their vehicles before they came in. It could be from anyone, either white or black, usually on the younger side of life, though. One time I was in a convenience store and the guy in front of me dropped some in a small plastic bag after pulling money out of his pocket, didn’t notice it, so I picked it up, and gave it to him from my closed hand, after he was done checking out. He seemed quite appreciative. Black dude.
I believe you
Reminds me of the punchline “So blind people can hate them, too.”