This past weekend I decided it was finally time I cook an actual meal, so I went grocery shopping. I waddled out of the store with four bags on my car willing myself to reach my car before they all fall from my hand. Finally, I made it to the car and began fumbling for my keys. A few cars down, I see an older woman walking towards me. I give her a kind smile, and continue fighting with my keys. After a moment, I hear a voice say "I think you're at the wrong car". I look up to see the old lady, staring at me intently. Though her presence made me wary, I smiled and checked inside to make sure I was actually at my car. I see my bag, my lab coat, other groceries. This is definitely my vehicle. I turn back to the lady, and respond "No, this is my car, just trying to get the key!" Thinking the conversation is over, I begin to slide my key into my car door, but I see the lady is still staring me down. Now, I am becoming even more uncomfortable because a stranger is...watching me. I turned back towards her and asked, "is there something wrong", and she said something I thought I would never hear in my life. Her response, "just making sure your not stealing it". Instantly, my blood began to boil. How dare this women assume I am stealing my own vehicle, why because it's a nice car? And that is exactly what I said to her. I asked her to politely walk away before I get too angry to control myself because my mother has worked too hard to ensure I have a dependable vehicle, and i know the sacrifices she made. This women attempted to criminalize me and belittle me because in her opinion, I was too black to be able to afford my car. Too black to be successful. This is what it is like to be Black in America right now.