It's been a minute since I've been in a situation in which a white woman has appeared deathly afraid to be in my presence. Back in NYC, I used to find myself in that predicament all the time. Once, I distinctly recall walking down the street behind a middle-aged, white woman. We obviously were walking in the same direction. After a couple blocks, she ducked into a building. I just knew she didn't want to go into the building, but wanted to make sure I wasn't walking behind her. I walked a little past the entrance of the building and stopped. Sure enough, in a matter of moments, she peeked her head around the corner and there I was, looking at her and WAVING! Haaa! Wonder how she spinned that story by the time she arrived home! Whatever. Life's too short to be afraid of EVERYTHING and EVERYBODY!