I once had a flat in Detroit. I-75 and st. Aubin. Just after Christmas. If you’re from the area you know the name “st. Aubin” is usually followed by “street massacre”. Bad area. I had just got married and the car was literally full of presents. A black cabbie stopped and helped me change the tire. He then said “this ain’t no place for no white folks at night, hell- it ain’t no place for no black folks either. Get back on the highway and go home. I’m leaving’ myself.”when I offered him some money he declined and told me to help somebody else when they needed it. We paint with too broad a brush on FR sometimes I think.
OK, the cabby was black; but you were in a black neighborhood, right? And the black cabby told you that it was dangerous for you to be there.
He wasn’t being racist, he was telling you the truth - and that truth is: There are certain neighborhoods across the country controlled and terrorized by black thugs. Just seeing your white skin is justification for violence.
That’s not racist, it is truth.