Since it’s not my article, the only clicks I’m getting are from you (which is why I wish I could disable notifications, because I have actual work to do). I also don’t have a yard, since I live in a downtown area on a high floor with a view.

That said, if I did, and you dared call yourself my empathetic neighbor, or…

What are you on about? She literally said she “...can understand her disillusionment at being arrested for petting a dog that wasn’t hers.” Like, yes it’s silly, but it makes for a near perfect control test on how white people are treated by police.

For some people their pets are their children. I wouldn’t randomly touch some stranger’s kid, let alone reach into said stranger’s car to touch said stranger’s kid. Let alone get all fucking indignant when a cop says “Yo, don’t reach into the cars of stranger’s to touch their kids”

First of all, I don’t hate anybody; it’s neither my style, my inclination, nor my “brand.”
Second, don’t touch my stuff, or any stuff that doesn’t belong to you. That’s not racial; that’s basic human courtesy and adulting.
Third, the minute you deny that white (or male, or straight, or able-bodied, or light-skinned)…

See? This is exactly when white folks don’t appreciate the depth of their privilege. I mean ... I can understand her disillusionment at being arrested for petting a dog that wasn’t hers, which I’m pretty sure she didn’t realize still falls under Statute 416: Don’t touch my hair.