my dad built that fence to stop the kids from trampling the flowers that were once there.
the area was ridden with crime, drugs and violence, in general. i didn't go outside much, when i lived there, for that reason. getting home often seemed like a race against time, in terms of getting hurt.
it's beyond specious to make deductions about people and their backgrounds based on what they look like. that used to be called racism, before the deeply orwellian redefinition of the term to something that is inherently meaningless.
i point this out only to ask you to be less stupid.