I should go back as it is no longer there...Cabrini–Green.
There was a hospital in the thick of it where "crack babies" were nursed, where I photographed a Priest and his staff that ran the place. This was about 1992.

I don't consider that guy a thug... perhaps he was the John Wayne of the neighborhood. I wish him peace, I wish common folks peace at the farmers market, or the strawberry festival.
What it comes down to is "what kind of skin bag" you were born into, and where it has taken you.