Originally Posted by Sassy!
I asked him to draw the curtains and I will explain in a minute. He immediately drew the curtains tight and volunteered he didn't like the scene outside either and went on to explain to the retired Anglo couple from Ohio that we were riding in a very fancy train and his street smarts from India told him to not rub it in the faces of those less fortunate milling about outside.
It was sad
By, say, quickly closing the curtain? I seriously doubt the fear you "felt" was even remotely close to the danger you were in. I am a white guy in his 30s who has lived in various "ghettos" for the last 10 years. I have never been in or felt like I was in the least amount of danger. But then, I try to look people in the eye and smile, maybe even say hello. Anytime I hear one of these stories about "driving through a dangerous neighborhood" I have to--well, it makes me sad. But also a little angry. It's the initial fear that is the true affront to "those less fortunate milling about," not the car/train you are riding in.