People are scared. Not just anxious, not just on-edge — genuinely scared. Not in theory. In parking lots. On sidewalks. At gas pumps. In neighborhoods they used to feel safe in. But scared to admit why. Or more specifically — who. Because let’s be real. If you say “I’m afraid of Black violence,” you’re called a racist. Doesn’t matter if you’ve been mugged twice. Doesn’t matter if you’re talking about