I grew up in a range of environments including a high-crime and poor neighborhood. It was the sort of place with a lots of impulsive crime such as fights and a stabbing (and arson incident) driven by personal animosity. Suffice to say, I consider the reality of crime to be obvious and not inherently tied to wealth (for I have seen much poorer people behave better) and tragic in its consequences.
Rather than describe what I witnessed and my factual assessments, it is clear I tend to focus on the wording of a directive, not some unknowable imputation. When trying to find out what the lethally enforced social norms are, I don't just... (read 313 more words →)
I lived in a bad neighborhood in DC in the 1990s but went to school in a safer neighborhood and then into a school in the suburbs.
The block I lived on rarely had grass because of the mess of broken alcohol bottles, needles, and dime bags (and very occasionally a shell casing). Several of my neighbors argued sincerely that Malcom X was a race traitor whose murder was justifiable. While most of what I witnessed were scuffles, there was mention of serious crimes and of strong aversion to talking to the police. That was not a universal attitude but it was enough that several adults there seemed frustrated at their neighbors. Having... (read 520 more words →)