
'Iknow Bruce Lee. Aargh...aargh...aargh…!," screamed a black driver in front of me at the intersection near the Marriott Hotel in Rockville, Maryland.
"Great, dude!" I yelled back. Then, 100 metres away, at the entrance to the nearby Metro station, a young and skinny black was asking for money. "Good day, do you have any spare change?" he asked empathically. "Sure, here is a dollar," I responded.
A few steps further before I entered the train station, a black middle-aged man handed me a free newspaper, the Express. "Have a good weekend, my man. See you again Monday," he said with a big smile.