What Are You Doing Here, Sir?

'I'm not ashamed to admit that i nearly called for my grandmother, nearly screamed loudly enough to wake the dogs in the surrounding houses', says author. 'But i am ashamed to admit as my eyes slid down to his, to the pistol that rested against it, i choked on my pride, in my rage and i said nothing,' he adds. And when he found nothing, he had to let me go. But i just couldn't see how, in this supposedly post racial america, this so called defender of my liberties could treat me as if i had never been freed.'