Lived in a very integrated neighborhood for nearly 40 years. We felt very well protected with both a Black Panther and a white Cop on our block, and we had Latinos, and European immigrants on the block as well, including a Holocaust survivor and an Armenian who escaped the pogroms there.
Then we had to move to get to flat land and a single story house because my wife's hip and knees were giving out, and wound up in a different kind of mix. What had once been nearly 100% Azorean (including my great-grandparents) was now predominantly a sub-Continent melting pot of Aghans and deshis from India and Pakistan, with a sprinkling of Latinos and remaining early settlers. While our "new" house was being renovated we lived in a huge 500 unit apartment complex where we and one other family appeared to be the only non-Hindis. One-day the doorbell rang and when my wife opened the door, the woman physically recoiled exclaiming "You're NOT Indian!" My wife mockingly recoiled as well and said "You're NOT Sicilian!" Then both had a good laugh.
