I could go on, but my point is this: I, a “nice white girl” from a loving Midwestern family raised in a legacy of tolerance, had no idea, zero idea, that a black man in the 20th century, in a place as progressive as Los Angeles, at a time when diversity and interracial relationships seemed commonplace, and with two people who were not involved in criminal behavior, could be so egregiously impacted by a police culture rife with profiling, bigotry and harassment. I didn’t know that, my white friends didn’t know that — the demographic of which I was a member didn’t seem to know that. Because we white people don’t experience that! At least, not unless we’re in the company of black people.