A few years ago, some friends and I went to the Preakness in Baltimore. The trip in was akin to Marlowe's experience in Heart of Darkness. The further in to nearly 70 percent black Baltimore we went, the further away from western civilization we traveled.
Boarded up homes, abandoned and collapsing edifices, as well as liquor store after liquor store after liquor store (the occasional check cashing business seemed to be operational) dotted the apocalyptic landscape.
Just as we were approaching the Preakness event, a white cop was directing traffic. Our generous designated driver was agitated by the traffic and decided he knew where to park to avoid waiting any longer. Just as he tried to turn away from the traffic, the white cop made eye contact with us and shook his head "no," communicating non-verbally the direction we were about to go was a death sentence.
Without protest, our driver humbly veered back into the full lane of traffic and we awaited the kindly traffic suggestions of the white police officer, diligently attempting to maintain western civilization in a city long overwhelmed by Africans in America.
Rising levels of black violence in 70 percent black Baltimore, particularly around the area of the Preakness - where hundreds of thousands of white people with disposable income and purchasing power will soon be traveling to for the horse race (well, to get quite intoxicated actually) - are about to force the owners of the race to find a more hospitable venue to host the event.