Working on a house in Brooklyn, in a neighborhood that was once mostly black, working- and middle-class. Walking away from the subway I passed an old black man who said "Good morning sir". His eyes looked down. I replied without thinking, repeating his words. He'd spent a life saying "sir" to white men, and now he was doing it in his own neighborhood.
I didn't grow up in a white neighborhood. Experience changes you.
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