It was about 11 pm last night, and I was walking back home from a friend’s
place. It’s dark, and the street is not crowded. I cross the street and continue
to walk. I hear a voice.
Against my will I turn back.
”Yeah, you BOY!” he yells from his rusty Ford pickup truck, stopped at the traffic signal.
”This is for you, you fucking jihadi.”
The beer bottle lands 6 feet from where I stand, somewhat paralyzed.
I turn back, and walk away briskly.
This has happened to me many, many times. And each and every time, I have the same feelings of fear (terror?), contempt, confusion and anger.