During my time of being alive, I've always had to ask myself one question...why do I owe people an explanation for myself being black?

During my time of being alive, I've always had to ask myself one question...why do I owe people an explanation for myself being black?

Why am I seen as a weaponless threat, while the police officers are seen as the weapon holding victims?

The thoughts behind "Identify yourself black man", takes me back to the early 70s in the streets of southwest Detroit.

Young Black Man, Identify yourself, Is a short story telling of the evident bias that stands in America. Why do we owe people for ourselves being black? And what will it take to finally have equality and justice in America?