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In article <1992Sep18.031656.12696@alw.nih.gov>, olds@helix.nih.gov (James Olds) writes...
>This evening there was yet another awful story out of the


This purported crime wave has been going on -- in the media --
since about 1988, by my reckoning. As such, it's like one of
those mysterious musical scales they use in psychoacoustic
experiments that sounds like it's continually rising, yet
actually consists of the same tone ensemble cycled repeatedly. 

I've lived in D.C. since 1977, first in a big apartment hotel
down by the old Greyhound Bus station on New York Ave. NW,
then in a walkup apartment in the Parklands project in Anacostia,
now in a bungalow a couple of blocks from East Capitol street.

And what has happened to me in those 15 years spent in
environments that most netters know only through journalists'
imaginations? The only unsettling thing  was a bizarre encounter
in '88 with an unarmed man who forced his way into my truck as I
was about to pull away from the curb, demanding that I take him
for a ride (I didn't). Police later told me he was on PCP, which
supposedly makes one do that kind of thing. Hey...a carjacking
before its time! 

My apartment was burglarized in '79; I later sued the management
and won. My car was broken into a couple of times when I lived
downtown. In '90 my house was tested twice, but not breached, by
the same burglar (I could tell from the pry bar marks). 

That's it. My entire history as a victim. I'm amused at people's
fears.