Whoo, boy, someone needs to go read about Indianapolis and its relation to the Ku Klux Klan. What a black person needed to fear up until at least the 1980s was firmly north of the Ohio river (the Indiana side). Need gas? Stop somewhere other than Martinsville (to the south) or Elwood (to the north).

I grew up in Indiana, and it was no bastion of civil rights. In fact, one of the motivating factors to moving the hell out of there was when the county prosecutor for Indianapolis' county said that a car full of black young men was probable cause for a traffic stop (Stephen Goldsmith, circa 1990 or so). The day after our wedding in the early 90s, it took a little longer to get out of Indianapolis for our honeymoon because there was a KKK rally downtown clogging up the works. (Granted, it was probably half dozen pathetic old men in Halloween costumes, but still...)

So let's not glamorize Indiana as this safe haven for black folks. Maybe it is now, 25 years after we moved (EDIT: ya know, my classmates still live there, so no, it probably isn't), but within my lifetime it has been anything but.