After 9/11 some idiot shot a guy who was wearing a turban, a sikh, thinking he was the enemy. My co-worker and friend Jay(esh) came up to me the next day, to tell me what happened. "He was me," he said, essentially. I had no way to comfort him.
Many other co-workers of vaguely foreign-brown persuasion (Egyptian, Lebanese, etc.) were harassed.
A Muslim woman and her children walked through the shoe department and one of the children found a huge wad of bills. They dutifully reported it to us, and were told that after a period of time, if no one claimed it, they could. The mother said, "We could send it to bin Laden." So casually. To this day I question myself, did she say that? Did she mean it?
We are all unreliable narrators of our own lives, let alone those of others.