When I would go out of town, I would tell my neighbor, an honest, righteous, black woman. I would give her my contact information and a set of my keys.
But I told her not to tell her son. Her son is a good man, too, but if he did not know he couldn’t casually mention it to any of his friends, or this friends to their friends.
That is why my house was never broken into. I guarantee you that two degrees away were thugs, guys he didn’t even know.
That is why my house was never broken into. I guarantee you that two degrees away were thugs, guys he didn’t even know.
My best friend during and after high school was black. (Richard) He and I spent many hours over at each others houses, and I remember giving his nephew piggy back rides when he was little. They lived in the milder portion of what was regarded as a predominately black part of town. Two blocks away was ground zero for the bad sh*t, (Drugs, prostitution, shootings, etc.) but I didn't go down there or even near it except in broad daylight, and only by car.
Richard is now a Teacher and he and his wife earn a good living. I am the Godfather of his son Mathew.
Richard's nephew grew into a 250 pound monster of a drug dealer. I saw him many years ago but I have not heard how he fares recently.
But your point confirms with my experience. Good people often have contacts with bad people. Richard's older brother was also in the bad crowd.