About 30 minutes ago, I walked into my local BOA and a cop slid in after me and pretended to be on the phone and stared at me while I took out money. He trailed me for a while and then walked away. I've done nothing but walk home from a bar. I've successfully stopped crying but I'm still really freaked out. Being Black or a woman or both is great!
ETA: I just texted my friend that I exited the bar with to see if she was followed and of course she wasn't. It's some poetic justice that I was just talking about how Boston isn't as racist as people always say like 6 hours ago.