When I was 13 I was waiting outside of a mall for my dad to pick me up. I was probably barely 90 lbs then if that. A HUGE black guy ran up punched me shoved me to the ground and stole my phone and purse. Broad daylight. When I got up I realized it was all black people watching and not ONE came over, said anything, asked if I needed help, none offered to call 911. I looked around crying. They just looked at me like yeah that’s what you deserve. I hate to say it but things like that just change the way you see certain people. After that I always thought oh you guys just hate me.