A middle-aged black man in a battered old truck stops his car by the sidewalk in a beautiful all-white suburb. Big shiny SUVs and sedans filled with white people also stop. Now the movement is blocked in both directions. White pedestrians stop to stare.
“I apologize, is this the right way to Walmart?” the black driver asks leaning out of the window.
The white drivers and pedestrians remain completely silent. Nobody moves.
“Am I going in the right direction?” the black man asks again and again. His voice becomes pleading. “Is this how I go to Walmart? Please? Does anybody know?”
The drivers and the pedestrians stare straight ahead. Nobody moves. Now the black driver looks like a scared bird trapped in his truck.
“I just wanted to. . . Am I in the right. . .” his voice trails off. After a few moments of complete silence, he drives off.
The movement and the chatter of a warm sunny day that just happens to be a holiday resumes.

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