I don’t know. I so want to say yes, but I don’t know. I’m a white male in my seventies. I think if I were walking rather than driving, I might have stopped to film it, at least. But driving? I hate saying this, but I probably would not have even thought about stopping.

Actually, my sister and I saw something similar recently. We were walking for exercise in a mostly empty mall parking lot. We noticed three black men at the edge of the lot. They were just talking to each other. They were not kids, not young, not old, not dressed poorly, not dressed up, just ordinary people.

Suddenly two police cars pulled in and officers disembarked to confront the men. We were concerned, because we hadn’t seen the men do anything but talk. We wondered if this was a case of being black in the “wrong” place.

The police separated one man and directed all their attention to him. The other two moved away, actually ending up behind the police. We decided then that whatever was going on was not racial or dangerous: the police didn’t care about the other men and didn’t care that they were behind them.

They all left before we did.