The Boston Herald reports on "several random beatings on perceived outsiders by South Boston punks."
Years ago, late at night, I used to ride my bike through South Boston a lot (the Castle Island causeway was a great destination). But it just so happens that Southie was home to some of the stupidest must heroined-out white people you'll ever meet.
It's like a little bit of South Baltimore right in yuppie Boston, but more racist. I felt more ill-at-east in parts of Southie (and also the white parts of Dorchester) than I ever did in the ghetto. And I'm white!
Going through Southie I had to stay on our toes (inasmuch as you can, riding a bicycle). Local yahoos would occasionally drive by and shout things like, "get a car, you fag!" or maybe throw an empty beer can. It may not sound so bad until you realize how defenseless you are on a bicycle, and how their little "joke" could easily kill you. "Ya honor," they would later say in court, "We didn't mean him to die. We was just kiddin' around, ya know, havin' a good time. We didn't know he was going to fawl off his bike when we bumped him with ah caaah"
Sometimes I'd ride with my roommate after our job at the restaurant ended and the bars had closed. After 2AM the streets were empty. We had a routine--which we still joke about even though we never had to use it--if somebody wanted to run us down for being "bike-riding fags" or some other similar offense. Johnnie, cause he could put on a wicked-thick local accent, would say, "Naw, we ain't fags, this is for the Jimmy Fund! We're doin' it for the retaaaaded kids!"
Anyway, Southie has gentrified quite a bit since the 1990s. But apparently, not enough.