Where my anger lies

It makes me so angry that it was a black man who robbed me.
It just falls into the stereotype of black men in Harlem. And I hate that for the time being I'm afraid of black men. In my specific case I'm only afraid of the anonymous black man on the street who I'm passing, not those I already know or meet through friends or whatever whatever.
And the more people I talk to about this the more people I find who have been mugged or robbed and it's always a black man. What the fuck?! My friend who works at Ripley-Grier, the cab driver last night who got his entire cab stolen..... Why fall into every stereotype and expectation the most ignorant person on the planet has for you? And I'm angry that for the time being I'm included in that ignorant population.
But I'm not ignorant. Rationally I know that anyone of any race can be a threat or can be a hero. Emotionally my heart stops every time I pass a black guy. Or every time a black guy comes on the subway. And I live in Harlem so how often do you think that happens? If you answered "every second" then you'd be right.
I'm angry that I have these feelings. and I'm very impatient with myself. I want to be done with now. but I've still got miles to go before I rest......