I try to make a point of looking people in the eye and giving a smile or a nod.  Relieved that here in Lansing, MI my overtures are most commonly responded to in kind.  It is a decidedly diverse city, and I more often than not see all walks of life represented in the places and events I attend.  If there has been a change since Dumpster ascended, it’s that when the pleasant exchange is initiated, I often sense feelings of relief and gratitude from elderly white folks. Like, they no longer expect a brown woman to feel kindness of comfort towards them, and are happily surprised when it happens.  Perhaps I’m just reading into things too much, but I don’t really think so, being that I tend to pick up on psychic frequencies.  It makes me sad, though, to witness the trembling of this country’s most necessary foundation: love and camaraderie for our fellow country/wo/men.