For months afterward, I was too terrified to walk near that alley. I would look around, twice, before getting out of my car. When I would see a young black man walking toward me, I would start to tremble again. My body ached to walk in the other direction, but I would keep walking. I kept telling myself, over and over again: You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Most young black men don't rob people. Statistically, the likelihood of you getting robbed again is small. Don't give into the stereotypes. If a young white guy had put a gun to your head, you wouldn't be afraid of all young whites.