The man wasn't holding the umbrella above me, he was holding it above my whiteness. He was holding it like a flag he assumed everything my whiteness represented; my wealth and my deserving extra service.
I wandered onto fenced-in, university campus, the guard just smiled and he did not required me to sign his security book.
In a live crowded theater, I crossed a restricted are to use much less crowded stuff restroom, the guards said nothing.
I used the cafe's Wi-Fi for hours, while servers impatiently thrust menus at more-melanined customers who had dared sit for too long .
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