Driving through the old money part of town (incidentally, the same street that Al Gore bought a house on a couple years ago) with my mom the other day, we passed a black youth wearing a zipped up hoodie with the hood up. Oh, I failed to mention that it was 90 degrees outside and partly cloudy, and this is one of those neighborhoods that’s known for handing out tickets for driving while black.
I mentioned the oddity to my mom. She agreed and then added “well, as long as we don’t shoot him, we should be fine.”
note: I swear a real post from me will be coming.