I think you should rewrite this sentence to say:

“The reason I why *I* view you with suspicion…”

More simply, speak for yourself. Don’t drag the rest of us “non-black” people down into your abyss.

While it is perfectly reasonable to view any stranger with a modicum of caution, relying on skin color for a determination of safety is…not safe.

A woman came to my house one day to fulfill a purchase I’d made. When she walked inside, she was not happy. She started a rant that I didn’t understand — something about my neighbor and his friends hanging out on his front porch. She moved her car and took the long way around to my unit just to avoid the walk past them.

I should have showed her the door immediately, but she was accompanied by her 4-years old son, and since chemo, I haven’t been very fast on my feet.

To this day, I regret my failure to address her stupidity in an appropriate way.

I just told her that the people she was complaining about — my half-Hispanic neighbor and his black friends — were polite young men who never failed to offer a friendly greeting in passing. That they routinely offered to carry my groceries and dig dirt for me in my tiny garden. That I valued them as friends and neighbors, and I was glad they lived nearby.

Perhaps I should have mentioned to her that none of them ever tried to rape me like some white guys did.

I was surprised at how much relief I felt when she finally left, and I promised myself that if anyone ever did that again, she would be out on her ear in a flash.

So, if you please, Daniel S. Thompson, never knock on my door. Your kind isn’t wanted here.