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Thanks for thinking of me, Melas. I appreciate that.

Truth be told, I don’t think any of us wants to live in a place that we perceive to be dangerous or unfriendly to us. I can certainly understand that. As for myself, I grew up in the racially mixed environment of the military, and moved out of the monolithically black community some 30 years ago.

Still, I’m well aware of those aspects of black culture that are off-putting, and even scary to others. I lived there long enough to be very well acquainted with those aspects of that culture.

Ken, what you probably don’t know, is that the more negative aspects of black culture are perpetrated by a distinct minority of blacks. You’d probably be more comfortable, and find more points of agreement with the majority of blacks than you might imagine. I know, it’s a tough sell, but it’s true.

Hi Windflier. Let me ask a similar question that I asked FReeper melas. Which would you send your kids to - a public school in a city that was 95% black, or a public school in a city that was 5% black?

Same here. My dad was civil service, but as a result of such we lived in town with no less than 4 military installations. Diversity was just a fact of life. Which is good, because I'm (and I'm sure this will be a shocker based on my reactions) rather racially diverse myself. Embarrassingly enough, When I young I took what my parents told me I was at face value, but none of it was true. They even told me I was part Japanese, I'm not.

Later did my own genealogy, and I'm no part of who they told me I am.I've played it down most of my adult life and just tried to be white and play up my irish roots, where really my maternal grandfather is all Irish, my maternal grandmother half Irish/half Cheyenne survived Sandcrek. My Paternal grandmother half Irish half cherokee, my paternal granfather was never anything legally but a quadroon in South Carolina, although he was properly scot. His mothers race is so unimportant that it just says mulato on the birth certificate leaving both the name of the slave and the name of the scot, blank. For giggles, and I've said it many times. What happens most is I'm taken for Mexican, when I don't have a drop of Mexican blood.