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I disagree. These are the 10 least safest cities in the USA.
1) St. Louis, MO
2) Fort Lauderdale, FL
3) San Bernardino, CA
4) Detroit, MI
5) Baton Rouge, LA
6) Memphis, TN
7) Oklahoma City, OK
8) Oakland, CA
9) Jackson, MS
10) Chattanooga, TN
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Forty years ago, I used to work at a store called Fotomat on College Avenue in Oakland (they're no longer in business). The stores were constantly being robbed. Police response time was 10 minutes, but that didn't deter crime.
One woman was robbed 3 times in a row. Each time, the robber arrived on a Friday, 10 minutes before closing. The first 2 times, she called the police, and they came out, filed a report, and left. The 3rd time, she pulled out a baseball bat and whacked the robber on the arm, breaking it. He fled and never came back.
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I wrote a parody of the Milinnial Tower, using the Journey song, "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' ".
Foundation seeps,, contractors lie
The Millennium Building, is gonna die,
Leanin', sinkin', slidin' into the ground.
Rich folks,, they live in these million dollar condos
While homeless people throng in the streets below
Leanin', sinkin', slidin' into the ground
It's tearin' apart
Every day, every day
It's tearin' apart
In spite of the mortgage they pay.
It's tearin' apart
It won't be long, yes, till it falls
Then those rich folks, will have no home at all
'Cause it's leanin' it's sinkin', it's slidin' into the ground.
It's tearin' apart
Ooh, every day, every day
It's tearin' apart
No matter how much they pay
'Cause it's leanin', sunken, collapsed
Now it's their turn to be homeless.
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na...
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Back in the 70s, some bus lines in Oakland CA had a few incidents. It wasn't enough to make them dangerous, but you had to be alert. Once on the 72 bus that went down San Pablo Avenue, my brother witnessed some guys in the back playing with a gun. When he got off, he told the driver, who nervously said he already knew. Another time, on the 15 line that went from North Oakland to the hills, a woman told some guys to stop smoking. When they refused, she stopped driving until they quit. One of them pinched her ear when he got off. She was lucky, because I heard a story about a line in East Oakland where these 2 guys kept ringing the bell at every stop, and no one got off. Finally, the female driver refused to stop. The 2 guys grabbed her and hauled her off the bus, and started beating her up. Fortunately, cops were there to handle the situation.
In the 80s, BART stopped operating late at night to keep the homeless from camping on there. They probably should have kept doing that, because I understand they have major problems now.
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My high school English class read Animal Farm. We read it "popcorn" style, which means out loud and in turns during class. Unfortunately, that was the only way to get the kids to read it. Our teacher told us the moral of the story is that the smart guys always win. That made no sense to me, because there are plenty of smart guys who lose, and dumb brutes who bully their way into success. Even today, the conclusion I get from the book is that communism can't work, because not everyone is equal, with the same capacities.
I am a substitute teacher. Awhile back, I subbed an English class that was reading 1984. The students were left on their own, and a lot of them hadn't even started the book. I told the class, "These books are supposed to teach you about life. I know it's hard reading them, but try anyway. When you're older, you'll remember, and then you'll understand."
I don't know if they took my advice, but I hope so.
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This hurts! Last year, I stayed at the youth hostel on 18th Ave. I was told it's safe, as long as I avoided 3rd Ave. I did walk by there, and noticed the tents and junkies nodding off.
This makes me wonder, is the hostel next? It cost me about $50 per night, then. I noticed this year, they're running $100 per night, most likely to keep out the riffraff. The hostel on Hawthorne Street, where I usually stay, has already closed. At this rate, there may be no more hostels in the Portland area! ๐ญ
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This REALLY hurts!
In March of 2001, I suffered a nervous breakdown. It was the reason I had to leave Seattle. I did something highly illegal as a result. I'll spare you the details, but I will say the Seattle police were involved, and they were WONDERFUL. They were very sympathetic, saying they wanted to help me. One of them even bought me a mini pizza.
When I heard Chief of Police Carmen Best was forced to step down, that greatly upset me. This was definitely not helping African Americans; she is African American, and so am I. Since crime disproportionately affects African American communities, obviously they won't benefit from defunding the police - especially since when a criminal is black, over 90% of the time, so is the victim.
I have long harbored a desire to return to Seattle, but hearing what this ex cop has to say, it would be foolish for me to do so.
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President Xi is visited by Saint Matthew, the Patron of Saint for investors. "I'm giving you 2 choices the Saint tells him. You can choose Singapore, or San Francisco. Visit both, then make your choice."
First, President Xi visited Singapore. The streets were pristine, and the people super polite. No graffiti or trash anywhere. The subway trains all ran on precise time, and everyone was well-dressed.
Then President Xi visited San Francisco. Everyone was cheerful, having a great time, hanging off the trolley cars, skateboarding down Lombard Street, eating pizza in the park.
Then he returned home, and met with Saint Matthew. "So, which city do you want to invest in?"
President Xi thought awhile. "Well, they both have their good points, but I found Singapore a bit unreal. I choose San Francisco."
His investment funds vanished, and he was transported to San Francisco. The streets were filled with tents, filth, and drug addicts. The highrises were all empty, and all the parked cars had smashed windows.
"Hey! What's going on? This isn't the San Francisco I visited!" he angrily exclaimed.
Mayor London Breed approached him. "What's the problem?"
"I was here just a few moments ago, and it was nothing like this!"
"We cleaned up for your visit because you were a guest, " she explained. "Now, you're one of us. But not all is lost, Thanks to your contribution, we'll give you the penthouse suite in the Millenial Tower."
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Later, my roommate, who was outside, said a guy had been walking along a low place, when a bolt of lightning struck the ground, missing him by 10 feet. The poor guy went into shock.
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I was in Redwood City, 20 miles south of San Francisco, when it happened. I had just left work, walking towards my car, worrying because I had a math test to go to, and I hadn't studied for it. Suddenly, the ground started rippling like water. Telephone poles whipped back and forth, and cars without their parking brakes rocked. People driving by stopped and yelled, "Earthquake!" I had to stand with my legs apart, to keep from falling. After about 30 seconds, the shaking stopped, and the drivers casually drove off. I said to myself, "Shoot, I didn't want to miss the math test that bad!"
Having grown up in California, I was used to hearing horror stories about what would happen when the Big One hit, but I noticed the police were there instantly, directing traffic. Neither I not anyone else I knew were seriously affected by the quake.
I had previously discussed with a Stanford student the issue of being on the top floor of a San Francisco skyscraper at the time the Big One hit. He assured me the buildings would not collapse - then went on to joke that the G force would send them flying out the window. It turned out his joke was not too far off the mark. I understand those skyscrapers almost crashed into each other!
I admit, a video of those tall buildings swaying would have been a sight to see!
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Here's what I wrote about the Millinial Tower (sung to Journey's "Kissing Sqeezing, Loving").
Foundation seeps,, contractors lie
The Millennium Building, is gonna die,
Leanin', sinkin', slidin' into the ground.
Rich folks,, they live in these million dollar condos
While homeless people throng in the streets below
Leanin', sinkin', slidin' into the ground
It's tearin' apart
Every day, every day
It's tearin' apart
In spite of the mortgage they pay.
It's tearin' apart
It won't be long, yes, till it falls
Then those rich folks, will have no home at all
'Cause it's leanin' it's sinkin', it's slidin' into the ground.
It's tearin' apart
Ooh, every day, every day
It's tearin' apart
No matter how much they pay
'Cause it's leanin', sunken, collapsed
Now it's their turn to be homeless.
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na...
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Having been in a cult myself, I can tell you some things. First, most Americans are raised in Christianity, and are taught to never question its basic teachings: i.e., there is a God, and He is all-powerful, ever-present, and perfect. Next, the recruit is usually going through a period of tremendous personal upheaval , where the old rules no longer apply, and they lack a strong support system. In that case, all it takes is a charismatic leader to offer easy salvation and instant comrades. The leader can throw in a scare by saying he has special access to God, and rejecting this message could mean eternal damnation.
Realizing I was in a cult turned me into an atheist.
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East Palo Alto has since been gentrified, but now the incredibly chic Stanford Shopping Center, 2 miles away, is a danger zone.
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Your story breaks my heart.
I'm a black woman who grew up in Oakland CA. As an adult, I worked in numerous convenience stores in the area. I was robbed twice in one week at an area that was considered safe. A week after I was transferred, my replacement was robbed, being made to lie face down on the floor while the robber ran off. This gives me chills, because I heard a story about a liquor store clerk who was made to lie face down on the floor; she was shot in the head, and wound up unable to move or speak.
Later, when I was working in El Cerrito, some creepy guys approached my store. A few weeks later, they went to the other store in El Cerrito and kidnapped the clerk there, taking her to Oakland and raping her. The manager dealt with the problem by deciding to not staff that store with black women.
As you see, it's rough for everyone in that environment. The only real solution is to avoid it.
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Bullying was a major issue when I was growing up in Oakland CA un the 1970s. I admit, I did not handle them well. I was not allowed to fight back, and I was afraid of them. Looking back, I realize it was a just plain negative environment. I had a friend who was fiesty and had no qualms about defending herself, but there was always another fight, so her parents put her in a Christian school. In another incident, an Asian boy who was constantly bullied by a black girl snapped, and stabbed her with a butter knife, killing her. His parents sent him out of the country, to live with relatives.
Bad as it was then, you can imagine what Oakland is like today.
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Maybe I'm dense. I'm trying to understand some things.
About a month ago, I took a vacation to Portland and Seattle. I hadn't been in Portland for 4 years, and Seattle for 20 years. I was scared, not sure what to expect. Portland is supposed to be more dangerous than Seattle, especially since the police riot squad quit in protest because one officer was indicted for use of "excessive force".
In Portland, I saw a few homeless camps, but it wasn't wall to wall like they show in YouTube videos. All I had to do was avoid a few sketchy areas downtown. A panhandler asked me for money, I politely declined, and he walked off. I went into the Safeway store, and noticed it had a self-checkout. So that area couldn't have been too bad.
As for Seattle, it had nearly tripled in population over the past 20 years. I stayed with a friend in SeaTac, and saw no homeless. I never felt threatened at any time. I drove downtown to buy inline skates, and noticed the freeways were almost as confusing as the streets; thank goodness for Google Maps! I also attended my church from 20 years ago, in Bellevue. My pastor, who lives in Renton, said he now locked his doors, but that's all.
I took this vacation because I want to move there in a year or two. Am I missing something?
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ย @yeahhbuddy3932ย - alright, so you can't afford to commute to a school in Finland by Learjet! Neither can the vast majority of Americans, including Bill Gates when he was in high school. So please explain why most American cities are not like Flint.
I made a bunch of stupid decisions when I was younger. Yes, I had to pay for them. I too had to support myself on minimum wage - part time, at that!
As I grew older and wiser, I learned the laws of Cause and Effect. Currently, I work as a substitute teacher. I see what goes on in these schools, how the students goof off, passing up one opportunity after another, then blame the DOE on the outcome. So I got a view of the mistakes I made in high school and college, because of my negative attitude and sense of entitlement. I tell you now: it's all BULLS#IT!!!
Government taxes at least keep most ghetto people off the streets; if they want a better life than Flint, it's up to them to provide it for themselves.
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A similar thing happened to me, 50 years ago. I was in the 7th grade when I was ganged up on in PE class and given a black eye. Since I was being constantly bullied, it was easier for the teacher and staff to blame me. I was pulled out of Oakland public schools and sent to a Christian school, which was a HUGE improvement.
My experience is by no means isolated. That same year, an Asian boy from my school was bullied to the point where he snapped and stabbed someone with a butter knife in the cafeteria, resulting in death. His parents sent him to Hong Kong, to live with relatives.
Skyline High was one of the better schools back then, though I don't know if that's the case now. It was the school for drugs, while Oakland High was the school for violence. At least you could say no to drugs, but every once in awhile, a story would be in the news about a high achieving student freaking out because someone slipped LSD in his milk when his back was turned.
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I was born in Oakland in 1960, just a stone's throw from the hippie enclaves of Berkeley and San Francisco (pun unintended). Though I was too young to participate, I saw what was going on, and was fascinated by it. Woodstock happened shortly before my 9th birthday, but I was stuck in an East Oakland ghetto, and didn't even know about it until 2 years later! That pains me to this day.
As an adult, I lived a small part of the hippie lifestyle. I sang and played guitar on the streets of San Francisco, Berkeley, and Venice Beach. I met a lot of interesting people, including street artists, other musicians, and particularly one father with 2 young daughters who lived in a painted bus and almost hired me to do beadwork for him.
The 60a happened because it was a time of great prosperity. I understand you could work a minimum wage job for 6 months, save your money, then live off your savings the other half of the year while hitchhiking all over the country. But when I could do it, it was the 80s, when things were expensive and dangerous.
We can bring back the hippie era - but we need prosperity to do so. When I retire, I'm going to do it to the FULLEST!!!
P.S. I'm leaving drugs out of it. They destroy character and health. I'm getting high on life instead!
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ย @alvinanderson7944ย - even 50 years ago, AC Transit had its problems. Once, my brother was riding the 72 line that goes down San Pablo Ave, and saw some guys sitting in the back, playing with a gun. When he got off the bus, he told the driver, who nervously said he knew. Another time, some guys kept ringing the bell, and the female driver would stop, but no one got off. Finally , she didn't stop, and the 2 guys physically attacked her. Fortunately, a cop was there to put a stop to it.
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I'm a black woman who grew up on the West Coast (Oakland, CA) during the 1960s and 70s. As far as I knew, Jim Crow and red lining was not an issue; blacks could live anywhere they wanted to, as long as they could afford it. Even the worst ghettos were neat and clean.
As far as I'm concerned, stats on crime are not racist. Back in the early 90s, an El Salvador man told me he was looking to buy a house in East Palo Alto, and black teens next door threatened to break his windows if he bought it. He told the owner, who said, "So that's why I haven't been able to sell the house ". I don't know the race of the owner, but if he's black, obviously the teens next door weren't going to grant him any favors as a result.
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A friend of mine became homeless in Portland. She was living in Kona, Hawaii, and decided to move to Portland because there were better job opportunities there. She bounced from one job and living situation to another. She cheated on her taxes, and as a result, had to work under the table. She had 3 wealthy boyfriends; one died and left her a house. She sold it and blew the proceeds in one year.
It was shortly after that she became homeless. Boyfriend #2 was kind, but she treated him like $#it, so he got taken over by a domineering woman, removing him from the picture. The remaining boyfriend was a monster who had threatened her life; after 6 months of homelessness, she returned to him until she could get a live-in job.
The moral to this story is, you can't afford to just drift through life. You must plan and prepare for every major move, and even a lot of minor ones. Falling into homelessness is easier than most people realize!
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This version would be more appropriate:
Calling out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here and the time is right
For rioting in the street
They're rioting in Chiraq-cago (rioting in the street)
Down in Crude Orleans (rioting in the street)
In New Gomorrah City (rioting in the street)
All we need is ammo, plenty of ammo,
There'll be looting everywhere
There'll be destroying, spray painting, and rap music playing
Rioting in the street
Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on, everybody, grab a gun,
Everywhere around the coun-try
They'll be rioting (rioting in the street)
They're rioting in the street (rioting in the street)
It's an invitation across the nation
A chance for folks to meet
There'll be macing, screaming, and batons swinging
Rioting in the street
Filth-adelphia, PA (rioting in the street)
Balti-morgue and D.Ceased. now (rioting in the street)
Can't forget the Murder City (rioting in the street)
All we need is ammo, plenty of ammo,
There'll be looting everywhere
There'll be destroying, spray painting, and rap music playing
Rioting in the street
Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on, everybody, grab a gun,
Everywhere around the coun-try
They're rioting
They're rioting in the street (rioting in the street)
Way down in Los Diablos (rioting in the street)
Every day, they're rioting in the street (rioting in the street)
Let's form a big, strong line (rioting in the street)
Get in time, we're rioting in the street (rioting in the street)
Across the ocean blue (rioting in the street)
Me and you, we're rioting in the street (rioting in the street)
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Before you trash the idea of opening a 401(k), consider that in the so-called good old days, over half of workers DIDN'T get pensions, and those who did were at the mercy of the company, who could cancel it at any time. Sure, that's illegal, but most retirees don't have the money or legal knowledge to fight it. I personally know 2 people who were fired shortly before retirement, thus losing out on their pensions. One sued, and the matter, rather than dragging on for years, was settled out of court; she received one year's salary.
At least being responsible for your own retirement puts you in control. Review the documents and ask questions. If they hedge, move on to someone else. If all else fails, open an IRA at a brokerage firm, like Edward Jones.
Even getting ripped off by a 401(k) is better than saving nothing!
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I, too, have lived most of my life in fear. I'm trying to overcome it.
Once, at my snowboard camp, I had a coach who didn't believe in helping people. You weren't supposed to ease into situations; you just charged in and did things. His theory was that only scared people get hurt, and he gave the example of the drunk driver who crashes his car and walks away without a scratch.
At camp, we get to hang out with snowboarding pros. I have a collection of their autographs (unfortunately, I never met Shaun White, but I do have Kevin Pearce's autograph.) I look up coaches on the web, and if I find a picture of one, I print it out and ask for an autograph. I found this coach's picture, and approached him while the campers were having dinner in a restaurant. He was at the bar, totally snockered. "I'm really flattered! No one has ever asked me for an autograph before. Wadaya want me to write?" I said something about conquering my fears. He wrote, "Here's to conquering your fears!!" and signed his name.
After dinner, I got on the bus to return to camp. Guess who was sitting at the wheel?
He gave me a look if ABSOLUTE TERROR!!!
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Kwame Shakure - you do know the history of Detroit, right? During the 1940s through 1960s, it was considered one of the most progressive cities in the US - the world, even. After the 1967 riots, things went downhill fast. In 1974, it held the title of the murder capital of the US, and has done so off and on ever since.
Now think of the elderly people who have worked hard all their lives, bought those beautiful houses at the top of the market cycle (without realizing it) and are now retired. Their houses sit in the middle of a mass of uninhabited blocks full of rotting abandoned buildings rife with sewer rats, rabid dogs, and gangsters who hide murder victims in those buildings. If they try to sell their houses, they'd get less than what they paid 60 years ago - that is, if they could be even find a buyer.
Usually property values increase with time, so you can buy with confidence. In situations like Detroit, not only do they plunge, this is spreading to the suburbs - and it's getting worse. "White Flight" is only a temporary solution, since it's only a matter of time before the gangs follow. Highland Park used to be one of the best areas of Detroit; now it's one of the worst. Brightwood was a place of hope for working class citizens back in the day; now it's nicknamed Blightwood.
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I'm a black woman. I had loads of swimming lessons as a child, but I was one of those klutzes who couldn't learn. I never even heard of this stereotype until I was an adult, so it never occurred to me that race was a factor, because in one of my swim classes, they finished with a type of recital, and only one student could do the butterfly stroke; it was a black boy.
I finally figured out what I was doing wrong, 2 weeks before my 35th birthday. It was my breathing. I was swallowing the air, rather than having it go down my windpipe. So I practiced by running or cycling as hard as I could until I was gasping for air, then stopping and paying attention to how I was breathing. After I could do that without exercising, I got back into the water and picked it right up. Now I can do all the strokes, including the butterfly. I can also swim over a mile!
A friend of mine who grew up in the Jim Crow South turned out to have the same problem. She could do only the backstroke, because she could breathe through her nose that way.
While race may be a factor, I think it involves a lot more than that. I understand the late great Ann Landers also had a hard time learning to swim.
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