Please correct me if I'm wrong but that was a piece of fiction. I'm not saying it doesn't depict something that could take place, but I don't believe that interaction actually did take place.

One night I was out for a walk because my fiancee and I had had a fight (don't remember what it was we got married all is well) when I came across a homeless man loudly cursing at his bicycle and the world. He had purchased the wrong tube to fix his flat tire and was screaming about how the shop had cheated him. Normally this is the kind of thing I would stay on the other side of the street and avoid (apparently crazy man screaming at the world late at night holding a knife trying to widen the valve hole in his rim). Instead I went up to him and offered to help fix his bike. I went home, grabbed some tools to as well as some food and a beer. Went back (I had said I would return, he was shocked that I did) gave him the food and beer fixed the bike and as I was leaving gave him a little money and wished him well. This made him very happy he opened up to me.

The racism poured out. He has had a really rough time and he blames it on black people (not the term he used). I can't remember what I said, something about treating everyone equally and then quickly extricating myself from the situation. Something weak. I resolve going into a Trump presidency to do my best to both treat people with kindness and to try to confront their (and my) biases. It's fucking hard and awkward as hell and necessary.