He's black.
Taylor and Jenna get nervous.
Beatrice drives on. 'Ugh, so frustrating!'
The black guy turns and shouts back, then gets hit by a car.
The cat that led the other behind the bushes
5ifty three minutes later
lays in the cool dewy grass, and looks up for cars
and relaxes as the school boy walks home,
passing him.
The school boy is black.
As, if it matters, the scruffy white guy cuts glances at his potential obstruction of insubordination with loud voice and criminal ways.
They glance at each other. Scruff gives a nervous nod, thinking, 'I'd do it if he was white,' and looks away.
Jack, carrying the book bag, looks away, thinking, 'He thinks I'm black.'
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