“Last year, my nephew suffered a double skull fracture when 5-6 of them young blks attacked him outside an eatery in Cambridge, Mass; tourist section of town.”
Hope your nephew is/has recovered.
I live next door to Cambridge; I seldom go there (and carry a firearm when I do) and there are parts of it I simply ignore. I know the general area where your nephew was attacked; you couldn’t pay me enough to go there - it’s VERY “dark”. Any non-black in those areas, especially after the sun sets, is a target.
“They” also roam about the public transport areas (the “T”); avoid public transportation (subway, bus) in certain areas in Cambridge as well. 100% fact that certain crime(s) are either not or under reported - gotta keep the tourist dollar$ flowing in.
There’s another issue which concerns me, which I’ll try to express here.
That concern is that, considering Travyon Martin/George Zimmerman, or incidents such as the fake Duke lacrosse rape case, I would be afraid of a physical altercation or fight with a minority person, because I would be afraid that somehow I would be blamed for it.
It’s the reverse of how things were in the old South, when those who were then called Negroes would be afraid of getting in trouble with a white person, due to fears that the Negro person would be the one who gets prosecuted, or has other legal problems due to the incident. Nowadays, I would be concerned that the white person in an interracial incident is going to be blamed somehow.
My Nephew caught a Celtics game and was with friends he had went to school with; was walking to his car when they jumped him. He almost didn't make it and was in hospital for 3 weeks, still has problems; can't ever play sports again, hearing problems, ect. My sister told me it happened in a tourist area, not a Blk Ghetto; but I've never been in Cambridge. I spent a week in Boston once, 30 years back, had a great time in Fanell Hall Area; didn't seem like a dangerous place; always wanted to go back again.
When the economic problems hit the fan someday down the road; it will only get worse. I plan to live out my days right here along the Yukon, quite secure once you get accustomed to the cold winter weather. It was minus 39 when I got up this morn.