I guess I can't understand the purpose of even bringing up a stereotyping you may have experienced and comparing it to the Black experience in any way. What's the purpose here? To stop Black folks from expressing themselves?

I didn't grow up with much, but I was I still discovered my own privilege when me and my Black pal dashed out of Chicago one day to hit the Michigan Dunes. There was a little tourist town there, and the store clerk eyed my friend the entire time.

I said to him afterward, "I coulda cleaned her store out -- she was just watching you!"

We white people have racist tapes playing in our head all day, every day, whether we want to admit it or not. This is true whether your parents were racist or not, because we ALL had racist friends, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers, teachers, priests, rabbis, doctors, and others we rub shoulders with.

We still do. So for those of us who object to racism, we have to maintain a vocal zero tolerance policy for it. It isn't a satisfying answer, but it is a requirement of modern life for white folks.

Making strange comparisons to our everyday slights seems -- I dunno. A little strange, I guess.