Every day, I ride a few stops here and there on D.C.’s Metro trains. and almost every day, I, and the rest of the innocent passengers just trying to get from Point A to Point B in peace, are accosted by teenagers who either missed the day home training was passed out in their households or forgot the lessons as soon as they boarded the train. It’s bad, y’all. Occasionally, it’s rowdy white kids headed to a ballgame at Nationals Stadium or teen tourists on a school trip whose excitement bubbles over into public annoyance. But for the most part, it’s black teenagers who hold other folks on the train hostage with loud music, loud cursing, and — to my utmost embarrassment — loud, devil-may-care use of the N-word. Read more...