The summer after my second year of law school, I worked at a law firm in London, England. It was my first time there and I was giddy with excitement when the fancy car that collected me at Heathrow Airport deposited me in front of the fancy apartment building I'd be living in for the next month. After lugging my suitcase up the stairs to the front door, I was met by a sweet-looking elderly white woman; my landlord. I went to shake her hand. Looking sick to her stomach, she yanked her right arm behind her back and dropped...