The truth often hurts.
It's literally inconceivable that a woman could be assaulted in broad daylight in front of any group of people out here and no one would step in and help. It's inconceivable that someone could be shooting up in public, defecating on the sidewalk, vandalizing a government building/school/store in plain view and that would not be soon stopped, in contrast to The Madness. It's inconceivable that anyone would drive around firing guns into homes.
When you mention this, random memories pop into my head. I think of early Louis CK commenting on how living in New York and riding the subway meant that you would have to say this about whatever you were carrying with you on the train: "This is mine, so don't pee on it." I think of the obnoxious man who came into my summer gig who was apoplectic that we would keep a donation jar out without being secured. I looked at the guestbook and naturally, he was from the Twin Cities, where he of course expects that money out in the open will be stolen. I think of another visitor who moved up from the South who armed herself at all times, who was stunned when she went out looking for her lost dog and the man who drove up the lane in his truck stopped, asked her what was wrong, told her to climb in, and proceeded to help her look for a couple hours, rather than robbing or raping her. (I told her that while I don't want to tell her there are no dangers, she doesn't need that same level of paranoia here and that people are overwhelmingly kind.) I think of the state public radio segment about a woman who decided to leave the city and "farm" (I use that in a very loose sense) and how shocked she was that all the "white men" around her in the country were actually so kind and helpful to her.