This past August I attended a hundred-thousand-person strong event at Pimlico racetrack...

It was a rave—techno music—that attracts a young affluent white crowd—lots of little honeys in fishnet and thongs and little skirts that don't stay on long—an appealing look. The entire time I'm there people are pointing to this lot and saying, "Yeah, my car got broken into there last year" and then point to some other space, and saying, "Yeah, they smashed my windshield there the year before last."

It's amazing that this event got no press. The city knew about it. The police had a presence and the police chopper was buzzing the perimeter, right over top of the local black kids circling the perimeter on their bikes. It was like dangling meat in front of wolves, hot, nearly naked young white women, and white dudes with money!

There were also locals selling bottled water, waving people over to their side of the street. It was very much a "river" situation, where they would not cross, and really wanted us to cross over there—maybe to buy something else. The kids on the bikes were mid-teens, big enough to throw a punch. I cannot believe that no one got robbed or raped during this thing. It had to happen. But if it did you would never hear a report. This would have only made the news if someone died dancing.

It was a fascinating meeting of two worlds looking at each other across this paved divide. I did not see any violence or arrests, but the hoodrats were circling and the city chopper was circling right over them.