Back in the 60s my family and I were caught in the middle of a race riot in Detroit. The cry of the day was kill whitey so it was pretty scary at first. But then a large black woman got in front of us and let everybody know that we were with her. There were people all around us getting their heads bashed in but my brother and I didn't notice because we were too busy arguing which one of us the woman's daughter was digging on. So I don't think we were thinking with the head that was on top of our shoulders. Cheers!