In 1967, I was in a similar altercation. I was walking back to my apartment in New York City early one evening, and I was followed. Next, the follower (no uniform, no markings of authority) put a gun to my head. Like Trayvon Martin, I fought back. Had the gunman fired the gun and killed me, apparently he would have been acquitted of murder, right? After all, I resisted!

In my case, however, the man holding the gun was black. I am white. So maybe not, huh? And in case you’re wondering, I won the fight – he ran.

Sara Ransom

Durango