I applaud you sentiments regarding kindness. Let me tell you how ‘kind’ Americans were to a newcomer like me. Rich white teenagers called me and my children names in parking lots, malls, swimming pools, schools. And it wasn’t just kids. I was bullied and patronized by PTAs. My dress was ridiculed. My accent which veers towards British, elicited smirks. Never mind that I am academically superior to most white Americans. And enlightened. Police harassed me for no reason at all except that I drove a Porsche. A brown woman! Horrors. My impeccable driving record was scrutinized as I sat frightened not knowing what I’d done wrong. I have been an apologist for what and who I am in this country. No more. The milk of human kindness? Don’t look to me. It’s run dry. I only engage with a select few. I help the homeless. I grow my flowers, read, write, and paint. And I help old white people in grocery stores and pharmacies who are ignored by their own kind. It’s too late to stem the tide of dark waters in america.