My first experience with unjustly being profiled was November 19, 1993. I was walking home from the city's subway station, after a long hard day at work. As I turned the corner of 59th street and Lexington avenue. I observed two white females walking briskly down Lexington avenue.
             If you know Manhattan, then you know downtown Lexington avenue is an upscale neighborhood in New York City. It is one of the few parts of Manhattan, that is secured by neighborhood watch, with the help of New York's Police department it stays crime and vandalism free. As a resident of this neighborhood for five years, I can say I love it, but at times it does have it's share of trials and tribulations.
             For instance as I continued to walk directly behind the two females down Lexington avenue they begin to glance behind them in my direction. As we enter Lexington avenue and 57th street they begin to speed up there pace. What startled me most was the horrified look in there eye's, when they repeatedly glanced at me. I wonder what have I done to warrant the fear generated by these two women.
             As a 6 feet 1' 210 pound black male, I never saw myself as an intimidating individual. So why are these two women practically running and tripping over themselves to get away from me?
             My interpretation as I see the two women begin to run, is that the black male in America is perceived to be thugs, drug dealers, rapists, and or robbers. If you watch sitcoms, movies and or the nightly news, you will see where the perception of the African American male started from,
             As I drift back to reality, I notice that the two females are nowhere to be seen. I can...