Walking While Black

DCF 1.0June 6, 2013

I’m writing from a neighborhood coffee shop on Divisadero St. in San Francisco. On my way here I was walking alongside a twenty-something hip-looking black guy and in front of us was a younger black guy dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Suddenly two white plainclothes cops got out of an unmarked police car and ordered the younger guy to raise his arms. The cop then lifted up his t-shirt and patted him down. The young man protested, saying he wasn’t doing anything.

The cops laughed and got back into the car and drove away while the three of us—this older white guy and the two younger black guys—walked into the coffee shop together. The young guy was trembling and asked the barista for some water. The other guy told him that we’d both seen what had happened and that we had stopped walking to see what was going on. He then began to commiserate with him calling it an incident of Walking While Black, which then led the three of us to recount from our own perspectives what we saw happen which then led to talk about Driving While Black and Shopping While Black.

I came here in order to write about something that happened to me the other night: I had been out with a friend and was walking home along Geary Blvd. which is pretty dark at night because the trees block the light from the street lamps. Nearing the cathedral I realized I was the only person walking on that stretch of the street. I then saw a woman coming down the hill.

When she got to within about thirty feet of me she looked up and noticed me for the first time. She quickly stepped off the sidewalk and walked in the street until she had gotten around me. I was taken aback by her action. I wanted to yell out to her, “Hey, it’s OK; I’m not going to hurt you!”

Of course, she hadn’t seen me; what she had seen was the silhouette of a tall male walking toward her. She had rapidly assessed the odds of me being a danger to her and then made a quick decision to avoid me. At first I was indignant—“Don’t you realize who I am?!” Then angry—“How dare you make assumptions about me!” And then sad—“Why did she have to be afraid of someone she doesn’t even know?”

Then I realized that I’ve done the very same thing many times in my life and as I continued home thought about how this happens to black men all the time. Countless times over the years I had done just that: made a judgment about a man, usually of color, often young, and presumed they were liable to harm me and so walked out into the street. I could always rationalize it by saying that I did the same thing when approached rowdy white men, or that the instinct for self-preservation had prompted me to do what I did, or that people of color assess the same cues and make the same suppositions in order to look out for their own wellbeing.

I find it interesting that on my way here to write about this I witnessed firsthand how black men, especially young ones, are subjected to stop-and-frisk policies of police departments throughout the country and how racial profiling exists not just on the institutional level, but on the personal level, not just on the street, but in schools, workplaces, and other public spaces.

To have witnessed it up close like I did; to see the look of fear and indignation on that young man’s face and his anger afterwards made my experience with the woman on the street pale in comparison. It also made me realize that I must be vigilant and try to the best of my ability not to make assumptions about anyone, anywhere, and any time.

Then, maybe, someday, I’ll more often be able to judge people for who they are and what they do and not by their race, class, or gender.



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1 reply

  1. I see what happened to you and what happened to the young man as completely different. Most women have been harmed at some time in our lives by men and chances of harm are pretty high. Women alone are wise to avoid strange men.

    The police actively harassed the young, black, man.

    The young black man would have, given history, have been justified to have avoided any policemen. And they might not have been going to harm him, but I don’t see why they should feel indignant if he assumed they might be a threat.

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