Blueberry in Alabama, and not the best part neither. Down here I’m wary and anxious in crowds of white people, fearing they’ll be angered by something I say or offend me by what they say and wondering if they are descendants of local lynchers or KKK or are the ones who tear down Democratic signs. Able to feel comfortable- might be antigay and antifeminist and hardcore religious and maybe even Republican but never out racists and Trump thumpers- in a group of black people. Of course they can’t relax at all around me down here if they don’t know me well. It was so nice in the Army and in upper class Pittsburgh where (to my perception) everybody were just people.