Feeling very conflicted this week. My (very white) son was carjacked at gunpoint by a black guy in a “marginal” neighborhood - a car that he bought with the remainder of money he’d earned last summer doing very hard physical labor. It’s aroused some rather dark thoughts and prejudices in me, and my heart hurts for my son, who’s a very trusting sort with a lot of black friends. He’s basically fucked because our car insurance is only collision coverage, but we can’t help him out financially either. It just pisses me off because there’s not a damn thing we can do.