“In the world I have lived in for seventy years, many blacks continued to treat whites terribly every single year. I wish that weren’t so.”
A worthy addition to my post. I haven’t seen that but I don’t know the inner thoughts of the blacks in my world (mainly at my job).
My age of innocence ended when I was twelve years old.
A young black man from the nearby big city visited the neighborhood and raped one of the local housewives.
Then everybody installed burglar alarms and bought big dogs.
Before that moment (for many decades) all the doors in the neighborhood were unlocked and everyone felt safe twenty four/seven.