One of my coworkers had to drive to work the other day with a shattered passenger side window, courtesy of his son and a baseball. Kids will be kids.
He had only been at work on the bridge for a few hours when he got a phone call from the police, asking him to come down to his car. He walked down to the foot of the bridge to find a police officer standing there with an African American man.
You can probably guess where this is going. “What seems to be the problem, officer?” my coworker said. It seems that a woman in the neighborhood had seen this man breaking the window of my coworker’s car.
“Uh, no…” He explained to the officer that in fact his son was the culprit.
When the woman who had called in the report was questioned more closely, she admitted that no, she hadn’t actually seen the man breaking into the car. She had just seen the broken window, and this man who had “no good reason” for being in this exclusive neighborhood, and had drawn the “inevitable” conclusion from there.
For the love of GOD, can we please look around and realize this is not 1950?
Sometimes I’m embarrassed to be white.
The View from a Drawbridge 
“DITTO!”
And what a sense of utter defeat that wrongly accused man must have felt.
I got that beat… I have to be embarrassed about being white and a man…
As well you should be.
Joke. Sort of.
yeah… sort of…