Years ago, my father taught at Butler in Indianapolis. A colleague of his was in his office, looked out the window, and pointed at a nearby neighborhood as he advised my father never to walk there alone at night.
My father pointed at one of the houses and said 'that's where I live.'
This would have been in the 1960s, and was one of the few integrated neighborhoods in the area.
It did get loud during the Indy 500, and people would park in people's yards during the basketball championships, but other than that my parents loved it there.