An Untouchable Target

I witnessed, while driving through downtown Austin this afternoon, a young black man in an older Nissan coupe. The car was a faded maroon and he had all the windows turned down (air conditioner must have been shot). There were no tags on the car, though this is not an uncommon occurrence here in Texas. What struck me was his difference, by painting in white block letters across the wide back window,


Stopped between traffic lights on 6th, we were close enough to meet eyes, and I gave a sound of my car horn and a nod of agreement.

He replied with a glance like something akin to a look of boredom, and I was left with a belly full of complicated thoughts.