I am still a little wary of riding the number two IRT train. Remember Bernard Goetz? He repeatedly shot four unarmed Black children in the ’80s in New York, even after whatever exigent circumstances existed had past, and he got off. ‘Bernie’ shot them on the same train I used to travel on between the Bronx and Manhattan to attend Hunter High School, a free school for the gifted. Three decades later, I now realize that my African-American parents risked everything, including my safety to afford me an educational opportunity granted to a select few.
