-— I chose keeping a wary eye one block ahead of me and used flight whenever a dangerous situation cropped up -—
I worked with a liberal gay guy who told me the following story. He was walking through downtown Boston when three hooded yutes began walking toward him. He had time to cross the street, but thought crossing the street would be racist.
You know the rest of the story.
Oh, there was always pressure from lib groups not to cross the street when thugs were coming your way. INSANE! Sometimes, once I got out of the way, the thugs would yell: Hey, White Girl! Come back here! You racist bitch!