I grew up in the burbs. Most of my black friends were poor, with single mothers sometimes drug addicted. Most were living off them stamps until they could make their own. 4 of them cats got gunned down in the streets in fights or drug deals that were good friends. Lots of others in prison right now. My dad was heavy in basketball and softball leagues in Dallas so I grew up playing at MLK and Elam park. I was lucky to have a dad, and a dad with a steady job and parents that pushed us. That was the big difference between myself and a lot of kids in Dallas proper. Growing up in a burb though, once you were outside of your own neighborhood there was a lot of 'Necks'. I'm talking Confederate flag flying, big wheeled truck, cheap beer drinking rednecks. I can remember my dad almost beating the breaks off this redneck after he got out of his car yelling at us for sitting in traffic like the rest of the cars. I remember my sister playing soccer and it was our turn to bring drinks. This girl's mom told her to pour out her drink because we had brought it(only black family). I remember my dad nearly killing out principal because she didn't think we were smart enough to take IB courses in high school despite our straight A's in the most difficult classes. We had damn skinhead gangs in our high school. So while my inner-city brothers might have hated us, they may not realize we had our own shyt to deal with. It wasn't like I lived in South Dallas, but we had our own crack epidimic. I lived next door to a crack house for a couple of years and saw a few shootouts and some fights. First time I heard of a crip was when a dude we knew brought his cousin(and drugs and weapons in tow) and they said they was the knew set and just ran all the drug dealers out. So those that only know more recent Garland, that was Garland in the 80s after the older black families started moving out. There really was nothing to envy.