“He looked like a bullied kid turned bully, the kind of kid who’d been too big, too poor, or too dumb and was now more than happy to pull over anybody he deemed too anything. In our case, too black. “Why are you pulling me over?” my mother asked. Her hair looked a little crazy, and she smoothed it down quickly.”

“He looked like a bullied kid turned bully, the kind of kid who’d been too big, too poor, or too dumb and was now more than happy to pull over anybody he deemed too anything. In our case, too black. “Why are you pulling me over?” my mother asked. Her hair looked a little crazy, and she smoothed it down quickly.”

— Christina Hammonds Reed