Dennis E. Brown's Blog – July 2011 Archive (1)

            I had barely parked my car.  The keys were still dangling in the ignition, and the seat belt has just dangled for a moment, before snapping back in place, nearly taking off my ear.

            The man appeared out of nowhere.  I rolled the window down, and before I could say anything, he started:  “I’m not going to apologize for being black. I’m just trying to feed me family.”

            The poor fellow appeared to be 40 or younger; already stooped, “weathered” by…