[Travis McGee]

If I was in that situation (trapped behind “enemy lines” with no resources) I’d take a bus to a red state with my daughter, and throw myself on the charity of a church until I had my feet underneath me again. No way would I live where my daughter would be the only white face on a bus, daily. You might as well send her into a minefield with your best wishes.

[lentulusgracchus]

I know, you are right, and that girl's mother is no doubt living in a world of bitter self-reproach.

Mutatis mutandis, as Bill Buckley would say, if the roles were reversed, the girl's mother would be in Al Sharpton's or Jesse Jackson's (Jr.'s or III's) office right this morning in Beefathon mode, looking for white money.