My first knowledge of this in person was the word SOUL painted on windows and boarded up stores in the City of Detroit in July, 1967 during the black riots when I was in college. They supposedly saved a black from getting his grocery store, dentist’s office or barber shop from getting looted and burned to the ground like his white neighbors’ places.
Today I see as many BLM flags and banners as LGBTQ flags and “One Human Family. Welcome Immigrants” ones. Often on church lawns as well as Dem houses. I live in a bad city.
Condolences. Too bad you can’t pack up and leave. Yet.
Our office had one young attorney fresh out of law school who moved into the area from out of town.
He got an apartment in the city so he could walk to work.
Several of us had long conversations with him explaining that he needed to get out of there, that the city was very dangerous.
It took a year—and then one Saturday he was about to get into his car when he got mugged by local thugs.
He moved to an apartment in the burbs the following Monday.