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Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I’d assume one would lead with his strong foot. My bad.
I don’t think you have many compelling examples.
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So Sunday I had the pleasure of driving my son to the neighborhood in which his flop house exists. It was my first time in the neighborhood. It was vibrant 15 years ago. Chaldean town.
But driving to it Sunday, the streets were more and more abandoned buildings. Much of Detroit is having the gentrification that Brooklyn "enjoys," but not this neighborhood.
I dropped him off at 3 in the afternoon, half way down the block from a liquor store. Liquor stores are the only open businesses in much of the beat parts of Detroit. My son looks/is the part of someone who lives there. I'm not. My car isn't.
A man in front of the liquor store was staring at me as I was helping my son get his stuff out of my car. I noticed and was nervous. He was black. But he was also my age. He wasn't dangerous. He might ask me for a dollar, but he wasn't going to rob me. But I was nervous. A white rummy I'm pretty sure would not have put me on edge.
I walk by black people on normal sidewalks without thinking. Of the 10 people in life I'm closest to right now, 3 are black.
But there is a fear that saddens me when I'm in a position that could lead to danger. And that is harmful to black men generally. I try to be mindful of this fear and factor it into my initial thoughts re stuff. But that requires I acknowledge such bias might pop up.
