Walking after my volleyball match across 14th street.
I just passed a large black woman in her upper 20's on 14th and 7th. Speaking rather loudly into her hands-free microphone saying, "Look at this, you got me on the street screaming at you like I'm black."
Why is it sad? Because what she is is ignorant. Being black is her excuse and also her curse if that is something she perceives as a trait or stereotype.