Gaw617 said:
I grew up in Cincinnati. Great town. Every Caucasian person I knew would not think about going to the jazz festival downtown at night. We all knew what the crowd was going to be.
Back in the late 70s, my roommate convinced me to go to a Commodores concert with her...in Houston. I think we were two of a few dozen white women at the concert. No one hassled us at all. And neither one of us thought a thing about it at the time.
My older brother who lived in Houston back then about had a heart attack when I told him that a few years after.