Gonna have my son view this Black mans conversation.....
In the 1950's and 1960's, my parents were separated, and my Elder Brothers and I took turns living for several weeks at a time with our Grandparents in the Bronx and Queens, NYC. When in Queens, I lived in Jackson Heights, Elmhurst, a neighborhood in Queens borough of NYC. In the Bronx, I lived at 167th St and Findley Ave, and at 180th St and University Ave. These were mixing pot neighborhoods, and we children, as young as five, myself, ran free and played until the street lights came one each night. We would trek the few blocks North to Van Cortlandt park, play baseball, and play stickball in the city streets. If there was a crime of violence, it never came to the children's attention. We felt, and were, safer then than we could be in any part of NYC today as adults. We rode the subways alone in our pre-teens. We knew there was something called drugs, but we never saw or understood what they were.
My friends were usually colored or Orthodox Jews. The white gentiles, like myself, were a tiny minority. We were all friends and neighbor kids, there was no segregation or discrimination.
Things changed when the Vietnam War became the daily topic and the Socialist agitators began harassing anyone who wasn't directly of their fold. They began as the no nukers, and moved on to become outright socialist agitators. They were mostly ignored, and it drove them to frenzies.
I can tell you from my own direct experience that the so-called White atrocities of the 60's were perpetrated by the white Liberal Socialist college agitators from Fordham and NYU. My older Brothers attended those colleges, and eventually joined the Army to get away from their incessant BS. In no small part, their experiences in college drove my own lack of desire to attend college myself.
Greg