“Oh, wow, you’re an actual physician?” “Yes.” Instead of escorting Dr. Cross to the man in distress, the attendant proceeded to interrogate her: “What type of doctor are you? Where do you work? Why were you in Detroit?” By now, another physician, who happened to be a white man, had come forward to volunteer. “Thanks for your help,” the attendant told Dr. Cross dismissively, “but he can help us, and he has his credentials.”
