He was just a nameless man who went for a walk in Corona, Queens, most probably headed for a newsstand to get a paper. His skin was dark, he did not look like a black person nor did he look like an Hispanic. He was simply one of those strange dark skinned people who c an be seen somewhere on the streets of New York City. He passed by a group of Hispanic youth, they gazed at him, one uttered an insult and soon the gang was upon him. They beat him badly and then departed for a joyous celebration.
Lost in their joy was any recognition that in many parts of this land, anyone of the boys could be shot by a white skinned man on grounds he was defending himself against “those people.” We insult, we beat and we even kill those who look just like us–to someone else!