Thank you, Harper. I’ve been wondering if I was right or wrong to stay silent. My husband said I should have spoken up but he didn’t see the eyes of the black woman ahead of me — they were begging me to be silent. Thanks for understanding the choice I made. It all happened so fast — much faster than indicated in my piece. I had to make a split-second decision and the eyes of the coffee-skinned woman made the choice for me. I tried to find her when I left the store but she was gone. I wanted to know what past experience(s) made her so fearful. It was frightening but enlightening. Do we with white skin ever understand the experiences and fears of our darker-skinned citizens? I thought we could. Now, I know we can’t and don’t. We never will.