Before hurricane Katrina, and not knowing anything about New Orleans, I got lost and wheeled into a “gated” entrance, parked my car, got out, and approached a middle-aged black lady standing at a door. Before I could open my mouth, she said: “Sir, get back in your car and leave before you get hurt.” I later found out, due to the reputation of the place, that she had saved my life.
The subhuman perp looks like a real winner.