Black crime, nonblack victims - Crunchy Con I remembered for a long time what it was like to be a grown man, humiliated on the street by a group of little boys, because it was not unreasonable to assume one of them was carrying a gun. You learned very quickly living in Washington to be on your guard against young black males encountered on the street who weren't dressed like working folks or office professionals. Racist? Maybe -- but so what? It was more important that you avoid being mugged, which was happening a lot in DC in those days. When I was in a Korean deli on the Hill one day, and saw a (professionally dressed) young black guy going off profanely, and in an openly racist manner, against the immigrant Korean shop owner for some offense, real or imagined, I was livid, mostly because I knew it never occurred to that black guy to think about the fear white people in the city had to live with every day from young black males who were more downscale than he.