And the magic words that never come.
"...all of the black people shuffle their feet and stare down at the sidewalk when white people walk by."
So, I'm "white" I guess, or at least most of my people came from Europe. The other day I noticed something new, and I'll bet it has become pretty common: nowadays whenever I meet someone who has more melanin than I do, in the back of my mind I wonder if they hate me. It's as if I've been transported back to mindset of a negro in the Jim Crow south, except the shoe is on the other foot. I doubt if that's the desired result of all the fuss about white privilege and so forth, and I doubt if it's going to end well, but that's where we are.