No hypothetical today, chilldren, but rather an actual situation from my past. I may have told this story on the boards before, but I’m too lazy to check. Anyway, here’s the sitch:
I’m a largish black man. When I was in my early 30s I rode the bus to and from work. Living in downtown Memphis, that meant going from my apartment to the North End terminal and catching the bus there, and doing the reverse to come home again. Sometimes I’d walk to and from the terminal; sometimes I’d take the trolley, depending on how lazy I felt.
In Memphis in the early 2000s, bus riders were overwhelmingly black. A white rider always got noticed, and young white female riders occasionally got harassed by young black men. One fair-skinned ginger damsel of my acquaintance made a point to always sit by me–partly because she knew I wouldn’t harass her, and partly because I was big enough so that no single young man would bother her if she seemed to be with me. “Even when you’re wearing a suit, you look kind of like a smart thug,” she said once.
One autumn Friday, I was coming home from work at around sunset. It was slightly chilly but not rainy, so I got off the bus a little early and hoof it. I debarked from the rear door of the bus. Another passenger–a young white woman–got off at the same time, but from the front door; I think we were the only people debarking. I don’t believe she realized that I had gotten off at the same time she had, as I was behind her. I was wearing a suit and tie, as is my wont, along with an overcoat and a cap, and was carrying a leather shoulder bag.
We both headed southward. It so happened that no one else was walking on that street at that moment. Presently I noticed the young woman noticing *me *walking behind her. I smiled in what I meant to be a non-threatening fashion. She smiled wanly in return but also turned around hastily. I could tell she was nervous of me, and I didn’t want to frighten her, so I turned down a side street so she wouldn’t see me the next time she looked behind her. Unfortunately she seemed to have a similar thought, for when I turned south again she was in front of me again. Once more she looked behind her and saw me behind her. Clearly afraid now, she quickened her pace. Striving not to be a jackass, I turned down another side street and broke into a job long enough to passs, reasoning that when if she next saw me in front of her I 'd seem less menacing. After a bit I turned south again and decided to buy some overpriced groceries at Walgreens. And there I saw her AGAIN. As soon as she saw me she put down her basket and beat a hasty exit. Though ready to leave myself, I lingered so as not to seem to be stalking her.
I didn’t see the young woman again that day. The following Sunday morning I was heading out for the day and was waiting for the elevator. When the door opened SHE was there, and when she saw me she jumped back. Fortunately she was not alone in the elevator, and the other occupant (an older white woman) knew and could vouch for me. The reason I’d seemed to be stalking her was that we had the same destination; she’d only recently moved into the building and didn’t know me.
Do you think this young woman was unreasonable in her reactions to me? Racist? Prudent? Silly? Whatever you think, why do you feel that way?