You've seen them: at bodegas, convenience marts and ratty Chinese takeout places all across our finer urban areas, a thick layer of Plexiglass (or whatever the bulletproof material is) separates the customer from the cashier.
It's ugly, to be sure. The idea is to prevent the all-to-common stickup.
But Councilwoman Cindy Bass, who is black, takes offense. It hurts black feelings to do business through the Plexiglass, because it reminds black people of the fact that they commit most of the stick-ups.
Never mind that the store owners are trying to save their own lives. As always, precious black feelings are more important than the very lives of anyone else.
Often it's whites, but in this case, it's Asians, the primary owners of the stores. And they've banded together to oppose the measure. [A progressive push for more gun violence, By Walter Olson, New York Post, December 13, 2017]
So which ethnic group will win?
I don't know. The whole thing is just an ungodly mess. It's a sign of a deteriorating, Third World society, of the kind we've never had before.
I yearn for a common-sense society, where bulletproof windows are as unheard-of as body-cavity-search airline security, ballots in a hundred languages, unusable public bathrooms, no-go neighborhoods, emergency rooms choked out by illegal aliens, garbage-strewn cities and all the other crap-tastic disadvantages of multiracial America.
I feel like the tubby con in The Shawshank Redemption calling out in the darkness on his first night in the pen: "I don't belong here!"