“I’m very cautious of where I go. There’s really no inner city safety unless it’s in an area with a high density of purposeful street traffic and a strong police presence. I became aware of the “game” two years ago. It’s very uncomfortable to be thought of as a target because I’m an older (not ancient) white woman. and it had nothing to do with who I really am or that they were better off for me being there.”
Makes sense; I pity people who have no choice but to swim through these unwanted welfare bastards in the course of a normal day. I live a dozen miles west of NYC (can see the skyline five minutes from my home), and foreigners I meet are shocked that I haven’t been there in over ten years. They talk about the various sights to see, I talk about how disgusting and unsafe some of the inhabitants are, and they end up thinking about it.
I live between Newark and Jersey City, and rarely veture into either unless it is work-related (which would be in daylight, in a locked car, with “tools” for defense). I used to think professional advancement was strictly about money; as I grow older I notice that those highest up the chain have the least interaction (if any at all) with Obama’s people (regardless of how many work at the company).
My catch-22 was: If I drove an older car which wore all of the nicks and bruises from six years of inner city driving, it probably wouldn’t be carjacked or stolen, but if it broke down I wouldn’t be safe. If I drove a new car in the inner city, it probably wouldn’t break down, but it had a good chance of it being carjacked or stolen. There is no answer to that quandry in inner city driving.