Let’s see, I went out the other day to two stores. In the first a young black man was reaming the white cashier and the Indian manager about a hot dog or two dollars or both. Couldn’t tell what it was about, because the customer kept threatening the manager.

In the second store, a young black woman zipped into the handicapped spot, didn’t have the handicapped plate and didn’t hang a sign. ( I check all drivers regardless of race for that, because I’m disabled. In case you were wondering.)

I was less than a minute behind her, but she was screaming at the manager when I got inside. A nearly empty store and a young black clerk available to help her, and he was walking up from the back.

Neither sitch looked like fear of The White to me.