I went in on an amazingly cheap house in Boston, on the Dorchester/Roxbury line in oh... 1968 or so. It was cheap for a reason.
There were some great people there, but enough truly dangerous, uncontrolled ones that it was unliveable for a white person.
We abandoned it after a few months, which wasn’t much of a hit since buying it only cost a couple of months rent somewhere else.
OMG, yeah, back then, that was a tough, dangerous place, on the Dorchester/Roxbury line.
For sure.