He let me fuss at him for a minute and then finally she said “Baby, please stop. That’s not it!”
Never occurred to me.
“Did you get into an altercation earlier tonight?”
“If I knock on these people’s door what are they going to say?”
I was fuming. Now I’m nervous.
They eventually stop and let us go.
We ride back to my house silently.
He goes home.
I got it. I could hear the stress in his voice.
I thought about both of these stories today. A lot. I know what’s it’s like worrying that my child, partner, brother or other loved ones will meet an Amy Cooper or worse...
My deep sadness today is for Black men and all Black people who for whom this stress and anxiety never relents.
That’s all I’m saying I guess. I’m ranting my feelings right now because it’s all too much.