Picture me walking around with a sign. I’m called “black.” I’m considered a criminal suspect or a stereotype. If you are ‘white” please hug me so my illusion of your superiority is validated and I can continue to delude myself into believing all is well despite the core culture. I will sacrifice my personal space, body and dignity to facilitate expression of your symbolic no-cost liberalism while I go back home catching hell.
Picture me instead passing condiments to the person who deigned to even propose me doing something like that, having encouraged them to EAT the sign.