Posted by:
randyj
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Date: March 16, 2015 10:29PM
...and I learned that she was knocking on doors in trailer parks, I'd call her and tell her to never do that again. I'd also tell her not to go into any sketchy neighborhood at all. In fact, I don't think that young women should be knocking on strangers' doors at all, in any area. If she really wanted to finish her mission, I'd tell her to spend her time reading, studying, going to libraries or parks, etc. If her MP complained, she should inform him that she's not going anywhere that she feels uncomfortable or in possible danger.
I'd been out on my mission about 15 months when my MP transferred me into an inner city area of Brisbane, Australia. I had spent the previous ten months in coastal smaller cities, where most residents are decent, laid-back people. When my MP talked with me briefly about going to my new location, he said "Just stay out of the bad areas." Problem was, he didn't tell me what the bad areas *were.* Several of the big, busy roads coming out of downtown cut through the area, which were dangerous to cross on bikes. The area included some of the riverfront port area, so there was a lot of lower-class people in low-rent housing. Lots of factories and industrial areas that we had to ride our bikes through ever day. There were a lot of foreigners, mostly Italians, who spoke little or no English. There were a lot of big apartment buildings with restricted access. There were some college students in the area, but they wouldn't give us the time of day.
So just about everywhere we knocked on doors were the "bad areas." Most of the people who would even talk with us were social misfits or mentally ill people who couldn't work, and thus were home during the day. We taught a lot of 1st and 2nd discussions, but no 3rds. I can't recall a single "normal" person we met who would talk with us in my 3.5 months in that area. It got to where we'd just go out in the mornings and knock on a few dozen doors, and then go to a park and watch people play cricket or soccer while we had a popsicle, or go down to the riverside and watch boats. It was just so emotionally deflating that we had to have a diversion.