In GTA San Andreas, you have to protect your 'homies' against gangs from the other 'hoods'. Whenever a purple guy enters a green neighboorhoud he gets riddled with bullets. The message is clear: Stay off our turf! No purple guys in the green 'hood'.
Now thank heaven I don't live in some American backstreet where the wrong clothes are a death warranty. But I can understand the sentiment...

My neighbourhood has always been a melting-pot and it has a rich history of residents. Centuries ago it was built on the rim of the ever expanding city. It must have been a posh suburb. Not as posh as the ones built on the better ground, but a quiet and stylish place, with broad avenues and quiet streets.
The rich must have attracted the middle class shop-owners and clerks and soon these made up the main portion of the population. I think that most of the older shops can be dated back to that age.
After the war, the people from the East-Indies came; friendly, educated men and women, who brought their own servants and maids. Most were of mixed blood and they gave the neighbourhood an unique atmosphere. I often imagine how they opened the doors to their gardens in the summer to feel the echo their lost homeland. Tempo doeloe... Tempo doeloe was gone and would never come back. Their memories are of such a sad beauty that it is no surprise that many books were written about their tragic history.
And soon others came. Offices arose along the highway and their employees settled down. People of all races, classes and religions joined in and formed a close and harmonious society. Even the poor, homeless illigal immigrants were OUR vagabonds.

But recently there has been an influx of people that do not fit in. It started with the decision of the local government to build a centre for psychological care. Of course crazy people have to go somewhere, but since they built that institute there seem to be too many weirdos in our streets, and they are not OUR madmen, but madmen from all over the town.

And it didn't stop there. The next intrusion was by a sex-shop and a video-store. Now no self-respecting local would be found dead in either of the two, but both attracted strangers of an unhealhy sort. They drive through our streets, their music so loud that the windows shake and they throw all sorts of dirt on the pavement.
Making noise and litter had always been the privilege of the visitors of the only Irish pub in our neighbourhood. Those were OUR noisy Irish, and they were very different from the pimp-like strangers that roam the streets nowadays.

Yet the worst was surprisingly, the foundation of a college in our neighbourhood. We always had a number of educational institutes in our neighbourhood, but they were small scale and they provided education for people who wanted to be nurses or cooks. Those were OUR students. They respected us and we respected them.
But this new college is a huge building with student homes in it. At first we all thought it was a very pretty building and the shop-owners thought it would be a boost for the local economy. But I whish they never built it.

Unlike the nurses and the cooks, these new students are like younger versions of the visitors of the sex-shop. They hang around in groups, obstruct the road and annoy people simply for the purpose of annoying them. And there are so many of them it seems like an invasion of foul mouthed scum.

I suspect that they come from neighbourhoods where things aren't as harmonious as ours used to be, neighbourhoods were people get robbed in the streets and where there are racial tensions. And now, with the collaboration of the local government, they try to export their problems to our neighbourhood...

I guess that for me the line is drawn. Political correctness is a nice thing and I am opposed to all forms of discrimination based on ethnicity, class, religion or sex, but... These lunatics, pimps and 'students' should go back to their own neighbourhood.

Just hopefully our city won't turn into San Andreas...