He did not interview me - and I did not take the opportunity to talk to him.


Other than his tattoo, what little I saw of him, he appeared friendly and polite - he thanked people for talking to him.


But there's that tattoo. And his skin was darker than mine. And he dressed in dark clothes.


And I didn't make an opportunity to talk to him.


So, when I look at this photo my imagination runs through possible scenarios - based upon what I see and what I think I know, and more importantly, maybe - what I don't know.


And I get that queasy feeling - as my instincts prepare me for fight or flight.


Facing the unknown, in a word, I feel fear.