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My next door neighbor of 13 years knocked on my door the other day. She's a retired flight attendant and lives alone. Very kind lady. It was around 7p & she rarely comes by. She asked... "Myron, I think someone is inside my home, in one of my upstairs room. Can you check for me?
She's an elderly white lady, very kind, & a cool neighbor. She's never really asked any favors. I immediately said "Yeah, sure" and we started to walk to her home. But then I stopped and asked: "Have you called the police?" Because I thought if she had & reported "someone in her
house & they showed up.. "I" become that someone. And I am not abt to put myself in that situation. She says, "No, I have not." Then I see the recognition on her face & she says "Oh my god I never thought about it. The cops will totally kill you, won't they?" Well, now that we
both understand.. don't call. I don't mind checking. So we look around house on the outside, then slowly on the inside before creeping upstairs. My spidey-sense wasn't tingling so I checked everywhere & it was all good. We chatted for a few moments about "The Times We Live In"
& how I had more fear of the cops than she did of the "intruder" & I further added that my 2nd reason for wanting to help was I needed to be certain she, a white neighbor was safe because if she weren't then neither would I as her lone Black neighbor. Because I would be a suspect
by virtue of my Blackness and proximity.
