At 6:00 a.m. at Jackson Park Golf Course one morning last week, my pal Jason and I played through a middle-aged guy and two younger guys, who sat on a bench and smoked, politely telling us to take our time.
I said something about the beauty of being first off on a golf course in the morning.
"Yeah," said the middle-aged guy. "We don't play here on weekends. It's too crowded, and too dark."
Which means that here we have a guy who not only thinks it's cool to go to a South Side Chicago golf course and complain about the African Americans playing on a course in the middle of a mostly black neighborhood—but he assumes every white stranger agrees.
"Well, too crowded, anyway," I muttered when I fully realized what he'd said.
And then Jason and I walked on ahead.