I grew up in Manhattan in the late 50s and early 60s. We moved to another borough when “the blacks“ started to move-in. Prejudice.

In the early 1970s I went to college. Turns out another kid and I joined the same fraternity. He was Puerto Rican and from the same neighborhood that we left 10 years earlier. So, like any New Yorker, I asked him, “how’s the old neighborhood?“ His response: It was great until the Dominicans started moving in.

So it goes.