I watched a young black man, as he passed every car on my street, he turned, virtually jerked his head, to see what was in car windows, for some purpose I don’t know because I couldn’t read his mind, perhaps he was making sure there were no dangerous weapons inside each car that he should report. However, since “the bitch got hers” of the OJ Simpson case, the Rodney King “can’t we all just get along”, and the “racist ‘Hispanic’ black man” of Treyvon Martin who had the gall to defend himself against lethal attack, there seems to be an African-American cultural ethos that Blacks should be able to commit crimes against defenseless people, often against other African-Americans, and that it’s racist to legally react to this violence. If so, count me racist.
Judging from black-on-white crime statistics going back many years, that ethos has been in full swing for a while. I do not apologise for being suspicious and exercising even more caution and situational awareness if I somehow (and I live my life to try to ensure it doesn’t happen) find myself amongst a number of blacks I don’t know, or alone, as in a quick stop type store, with one.
For that matter, I’ve been panhandled almost every other day for about a week now (must be the summer season cranking up), and each and every time it was a healthy young black male. This was at “normal”, everyday stores, like grocery shopping. I just keep walking, with my hand in my purse.