I don’t take notice when I walk by a group of African-American men. I might if they are rowdy, but passing them doesn’t cause beads of sweat to drip down my spine. There is only a small chance that I will be accosted. This is not because I am also African-American, but because these men don’t notice me. I’m part of the scenery, a blur in their background as most people passing them are. Everyone except for an attractive young woman who gets the…
