time when he first moved to Chicago. “ My first victim was a woman-white, well dressed, probably
in her early twenties. I came upon late one evening on a deserted street in Hyde Park, a relatively
affluent neighborhood in an other wise mean, impoverished section of Chicago. As I swung onto the
avenue behind her, there seemed to be a discreet, uninflammatory distance between us.(para 1) I could
only image what was going through his head at that moment, since this was something new to him
and something he had never experienced in his life before. He tell us the type of person he is “ I was
stalking sleep, not defenseless wayfarers. As a softy who is scarcely able to take a knife to a raw
chicken-let alone hold one to a person's throat- I was surprised, embarrassed, and dismayed all at
once.”(para 2)
As a black man living in America I have never experienced anything like this in my life time, I
thought things like this only happen on T.V., The author spoke of another incident that took place one
day while rushing into the office of a magazine I was writing for with a deadline story in hand, I was
mistaken for a burglar. The office manager called security and, with an ad hoc posse, pursued me
through the labyrinthine halls, nearly to my editor's door. I had no of proving who I was. I could only
move briskly toward the company of someone who knew me.(para 8). I could only imagine the
thought that were going