In the following passage, Philip Roth is talking to a friend, Joanna, about his father. "D

In the following passage, Philip Roth is talking to a friend, Joanna, about his father.

"Did I ever tell you what happened when he was mugged a couple of years ago？ He could have got himself killed. '

"No. Tell me."

"A black kid about fourteen approached him with a gun on a side street leading to their little temple. It was the middle of the afternoon. My father had been at the temple office helping them with mailing or something and he was coming home. The black kids prey on the elderly Jews in his neighborhood even in broad daylight. They bicycle in from Newark, he tells me, take their money, laugh, and go home". "Get in the bushes," he tells my father. "I'm not getting in any bushes," my father says. "You can have whatever you want, and you don't need that piece to get it. You can put that piece away." The kid lowers the gun and my father gives him his wallet." Take all the money," my father says, "but if the wallet's of no value to you, I wouldn't mind it back. "The kid takes the money, gives back the wallet, and he runs. And you know what my father does？ He calls across the street, "How much did you get？" And the kid is obedient--he counts it for him. "Twenty-three dollars, "the kid says." Good," my father tells him-- "now don't go out and spend it on crap."

Joanna laughed. "Well, he's not guilty, your father. Of course he treats him like a son. He knows that the Jews in Bialystok were not responsible for the New England slave trade."

"It's that--it's more. He doesn't experience powerlessness in the usual way."

"Yes, he's oblivious to it,"she said. "He won't give in to it. It makes for terrific insensitivity but also for terrific guts".

"Yes, what goes into survival isn't always pretty. He got a lot of mileage out of never recognizing the differences among people. All my life I have been trying to tell him that people are different one from the other. My mother understood this in a way that he didn't. Couldn't. This is what I used to long for in him, some of her forbearance and tolerance, this simple recognition that people are different and that the difference is legitimate. But he couldn't grasp it. They all had to work the same way, want the same way, be dutiful in the same way, and whoever did it different was meshugge--crazy."

Philip Roth's father refused to go into the bushes. This was most likely because he ______.

A．didn't think it was necessary

B．didn't believe the mugger was serious

C．thought he would lose his money if he did

D．was showing the "black kid" that he didn't understand him