James Michael Rogers
I was at my neighborhood park one morning jogging, and I saw three white women walking abreast in one direction, and a black woman coming towards them in the opposite direction. The white women ignored the black woman and no one stepped back to let the black lady pass, and the black lady had to step off the track to get around them. It made me realize how randomly a black person can be confronted with racism in as innocent a setting as a spring morning stroll. I’m a white male.