There is an undertone of fear that hides behind the liberal voting, minority dating, white man within my body. It is something I ignore every day.
I’m scared of every single look I get from black men at the grocery store, every spanish speaking youth that walks behind me with his friends, but I ignore those underlying sentiments to go about my day.
Taking comfort in the thought that, I am not a racist… because I didn’t glare back, or look behind me when I walked just to make sure that I wouldn’t get robbed by three 14-year-old kids, in broad daylight.
If I had, I might not have seen aggression in that man’s stare. Maybe he was only disappointed in the selection of blueberries in the produce section. I had passed them by already.
I may have seen the innocence, the playful look and smiling faces inside the young men’s hooded sweatshirts… but I am not a racist, because I didn’t glare back, or look behind me when I walked.
*** leest1 ***