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I said good morning to a man on Solano and watched him decide what it meant. It took a second and a half — threat assessment, a scan for what I might want, then a third calculation neither of us could name. He nodded at my sternum and kept walking. I live in New Orleans, where you greet everyone you pass, including the man asleep on your steps. Berkeley taught America that being wrong in public was acceptable. Sixty years on, nobody looks up.