What if it was me walking from the burrito joint and the description had been:

"White male, knit hat, puffy coat,"

or, even:

"Older white male, knit hat, puffy coat"?????

It sucks to have to say this, but unless I'm running away from the scene with, probably, some silverware or a bag of jewels in one hand, and a gun in my other, nobody is going to stop me. I could be walking right past the woman's house, and they wouldn't stop me. If there was any police contact at all, it'd be more like, "excuse me sir, did you see anybody suspicious wearing almost exactly what you're wearing?"

Sometimes white folks don't understand what white privilege is. Well, there it is.

I almost cried reading this. I'm glad the author made it out alive.