An excellent first-person account demonstrates the futility of hating these people.
The protagonist of this Japanese film lived a life similar enough to that of the author of the article just linked to above. Roof identified with him. One story affirms the other.
“Indiana officials say needle-sharing among people injecting a liquefied form of Opana and other drugs has driven the HIV outbreak in southern Indiana. At least 170 people have tested positive for HIV this year in the region, mostly in Scott County, which typically sees only about five new HIV cases a year.”
I’ve never heard of Opana before. It must be pretty potent.
Single at age 59, I could really use a crash course. I’ve never been good at this.
The simple, short answer is to ask “an innocuous, open-ended question.” IOW, strike up a conversation about anything whatsoever — anything non-threatening.
I’ll have to see about trying this. As said, though, I’ve never been good at it.
Maybe the issue is confidence. Article doesn’t address that.
I’m surprised there hasn’t been more about this in the media.
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Who gets pulled over?
Wednesday, July 1, 2015. At Dunkin’ Donuts this morning, I ran into a former church member whom I’ve not seen for perhaps fifteen years. He is a different color. We had a good talk. I was able to tell him about my theory of “black agency.”
Afterwards, I stood outside smoking, watching the steady stream of cars turning right off (northbound) Calvert Street onto Lexington Street, and sometimes noticing the drivers. I recalled: I’d always been skeptical of reports of racial profiling on California’s highways, for the following reason. Driving down the highway, for one motorist to pay attention to another motorists’ skin color, let alone do something based on it, takes more than mere bias; it takes “issues.”
And it’s hard for me to believe so many people in law enforcement in California have “issues.”