By Jerome Haller
As I checked in on a Sunday night, the Head Guard sat in the office. He said he’d work at the store during half my shift. That would be much longer than usual. The news concerned me. Perhaps he planned to watch me in action.
About 30 minutes later, a young African-American male stepped past me. His frown and black leather jacket gave him a thuggish appearance.
The Head Guard looked at me and tilted his head toward the visitor. We followed as he walked toward the food section. He stopped and grabbed a box of cookies. I figured we did not have to worry. He could not hide it in his jacket. I walked back to my post. A few minutes later, he paid for the snacks.
I stood by the door and thought about the false alarm. What if the customer had accused the store of racial profiling?
Posted on November 13, 2009