I was driving around my own neighborhood looking at a house they were building behind ours (no one owned it and they didn’t even have the drywall up) and someone was looking at me like I was scoping the unfinished house out and kept looking until I drove in my garage.
Another time I was outside dressed in slacks and a polo after coming home from work talking to the (White) yard guy who was covered in grass and one of the neighbors just walked up and started talking to him asking about how long as he lived in the neighborhood completely ignoring me.
This happened in the South in the 80s...
