It’s hard when you are called a racist in an environment where discussion is not possible. I had such an experience the other night as I was walking to my car alone in a deserted street.
A man called out behind me. I was unsure if he was a member of my dinner party or a stranger. I was aware of being alone in the dark, with no one around. I peeked over my shoulder to see who was speaking.
“Don’t worry. This black man is not going to steal your purse.” It was the voice of a young man who was well dressed. I looked back at him and said, “I didn’t think you were.”
He came up alongside me and said, “I was calling to my girl friend in this car.”
“Have a good night,” I said.
“You too,” he said, as he climbed into his car.
I don’t know how often that experience happens to him. I know it doesn’t happen to me.