On my way to campus today I slowed as a teenager intercepted the path of my bicycle and he punched me in the head. I stopped in the middle of the road and explained to him that this was inappropriate. Later I lost patience with one of the blonde zombie girls in the student centre as she obstructed a thoroughfare and stared at me like she was watching TV. I said, "Can you move out of my way?" The context that will help you here is that the teenager was black and that middle America is working through one or two things.