I work in downtown Dallas, and commute via light rail. I am always on the alert for any hooligan that wants to take a whack at me.
That's not profiling, it's just being prepared.
My feet are my transportation and where I live I am a minority. If I want a quart of milk it’s a 5 mile round trip thru urban decay. As a martial artist, I consider it training.
It’s been a year since someone actually tried to jump me, then a few months ago I was set up for “the game”, I believe, but the player lost his nerve.
The feeling of being overdue sharpens the attention.