I was lost in a black section of Philadelphia with a friend and our two sons. The boys both played travel hockey and we got lost looking for the rink. We stopped in a 7 eleven for directions and a black elderly gentlemen said you guys need to get out of here and gave us directions.
Way back in the seventies I went over to the apartment of a guy I worked with (section 8 housing) to sell him a shotgun. I was walking down the middle of the housing project and women were snatching kids into the house and thugs were running in all directions. I got to the door and he almost fell over that I'd carried a .12 Gage shotgun right through the middle of the worst project in Nashville.
I didn't have a clue.