swank writes:
Yes the response was narrowly tailored to “it seems like as you go deeper into the hood, the Blacks seem increasingly reverted.” I just gave a possible reason: the thought process of someone in concentrated poverty and the cognitive skills that one would develop could lead to the conclusions directly above.
Sure swank, I am down with your hypothesis. I guess you could say that the folks in the center of the ghetto have worse genes then those further out, but it doesn’t seem to be true.
They’re all just Black people all over the ghetto. It’s not like you have the lighter skinned Blacks of the outskirts of the hood and the center is all deep dark Blacks.
Yes, there are some quite dark Blacks in the very heart of the ghetto (and that could be why they ended up there possibly, but we don’t know this), but there also a great deal of Blacks of their normal range of skin tones, and you would be amazed how many Blacks who are quite lightskinned are working in the heart of the ghetto. I assume they don’t live there, but nevertheless, they are there.
So it’s hard to make an argument that as you go deeper into the ghetto, the Blacks get Blacker and Blacker and hence act worse due to their biology. I couldn’t validate a theory like that.
A lot of the Blacks who work in the ghetto are very nice and well behaved. But I was working in schools where people tend to act very good anyway. Nevertheless the Black folks in the fast food joints act perfectly decent.
It seems like the hardest core ghetto Blacks who are obviously dysfunctional or antisocial can’t even get a job in the middle of the ghetto because you never see them in places of employment even in the dead center of the hood. Most businesses even in the heart of the hood are probably Black-owned, and I would assume that Black businessmen don’t want to hire these types as they are probably nothing but trouble.
Oh and the heart of the ghetto is not that scary in the daytime. I would leave at lunch and go walk around to a major street to go buy some lunch from a fast food joint. The workers in the fast food joint would be really cool Black people. No one’s going to hit you or rob you. The only human difficulties are you will run into some Blacks on the streets who are more or less “street people” that you have to deal with. Some seem mental, but a lot of them are just beggars begging money, and they are pretty nice if you turn them down. I would even stop and talk to some of them and ask them about their lives and how they got so broke. They loved to tell me their stories, and a lot of them didn’t really seem like awful people.
