I was just in Baltimore over the weekend. Northeast, to be precise. I saw block after block of boarded-up and burned-out houses. No people, no functional cars, nothing green. Even most of the road signs were missing. The occasional open store sold nothing but liquor and lottery tickets. The only sign of life I saw were a few street people and a handful of roughs wearing hoodies and puffer jackets, already loudly arguing and shoving each other at 9:30 in the morning.
Needless to say, I did not stop once, not even for stop signs. I wouldn't go in there at night without a couple squads of infantry.
Racial profiling is far from the worst problem that blacks face in Baltimore.