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I was just another schlub crossing the street, as far as I knew. But for some reason the passenger in the truck at the stoplight noticed me.

He stuck his arm out the window and was yelling something I couldn't hear. Whatever. I kept walking; he's calling out to someone else. No. There's no one else walking here. So ... what?

So he's waving? No, not waving ... he's, um, got his arm straight out. And he's saying something, I just can't quite hear what it is. But why me? I don't know this guy.

At this point I should probably mention that this gentleman is African-American.

So, as I reached the other side of the street, and as the truck drove off with a green light, I figured it out. His arm was straight out. He was yelling, mockingly, "White power! White power!"

That's a new one.

Okay, so, sure, I'm a white guy with a shaved head who, at that particular moment in time, was wearing a brown shirt.

But does that make me a neo-Nazi?

Help! Someone! Anyone!

I've been profiled!