We’re just not understanding each other

Nancy Wilson
Submitted via: NPR’s Talk of the Nation

Misunderstanding is breaking my hopeful heart. I was robbed by a black man I’d smiled at on the street. I still smile at people on the street. But, I might hold my purse tighter. I was robbed by a black man I’d looked in the eyes and smiled at as I was walking east on 51st Street in Chicago. I still smile at most of people I walk by. But, I might hold my purse tighter.