Wow... what an interesting topic.
Everyone, please step back for a second and take a deep breath.
My 35 years in law enforcement, much of that on the street, gives me a different perspective. The media brings every major crime, regardless of its location, into your livingroom and makes it personal. Hearing that over and over and over makes the world appear to be a much more dangerous place than it really is. A little common sense, and situational awareness will do much to keep you safe anywhere in the world that you choose to go.
Just because there are "x" number of murders in a particular city, state, or country doesn't mean that just because you're walking through you're likely to be a murder, robbery, or assault victim and that's true even carrying an expensive camera in a violence-prone neighborhood.
Generally speaking, outside of countries currently considered 'war zones' or those fighting not to be controlled by drug cartels, your lifestyle is what makes you a likely murder victim. Most murder victims continue to be gang members or associates involved in illegal activity. Frankly, you're significantly more likely to be murdered by your spouse, a friend, or an acquaintance. That's how most homicide investigations are solved... the victim knows the suspect. Last, assaults and street robberies do occur, but they so infrequently result in a murder compared to gang and acquaintance murders that they're almost statistically insignificant.
Unlike thirty years ago, cameras have no value on the street any more as proceeds of robbery, and that especially applies to Leicas. No street thug is going to know how to unload one for cash in a world where every one has a cell phone camera.
Last, remember that if you don't conduct yourself like a victim, likely any potential predator will pass on you and move on to someone who appears less interested in potentially doing them harm. My mantra for years has been this version of the twenty-third Psalm... "Yea though I walk through the vally of death, I shall fear no evil... for I AM the meanest SOB in the valley." If you don't ACT like a victim, likely you won't BE a victim regardless of where you go.
No disrespect to law enforcement, but the two times where I had guns pointed at me and I could of easily been either shot or killed the guns were in the hands of NYPD.
The first time was in the early seventies and the song "Heartbreaker" was a hit on the radio. The song was about a boy in a case of mistaken identity was shot and killed based on a true story involving the NYPD. Fight or flee are just instincts triggered by fear, and the wrong response cost this boy his life.
A similar event almost happened to me when two NYPD cops screached to a halt late one night and jumped out of their car with their guns drawn. If I ran, I figure I would of likely been shot. It seemed like the cops were hell-bent on revenge and were overly scared of a boney 15 year old boy. I lived in Valley Stream just inside the Nassau County border, but I knew of Tommy TXX from Rosedale, Queens because Asians at that time were a novelty. The only thing I can figure is that Tommy beat the crap of a NYPD cop with his bare hands, because the cops were clear that they would use deadly force because they stressed that any sudden move would make them shoot.
The second time was when I was 17 and working at a McDonald's when it got robbed. Things got ugly rather fast as a manager was being pistol whipped because he would not open the safe, a gunshot was fired by one of the four robbers, and when the NYPD eventually stormed the place I would have likely been ventilated if a shootout occurred because the guy who was beating the manager held a cardboard box full of money was standing right in back of me. It was only luck that his pistol laid on top of the money and was not in his hand.
Another bad experience involved the Nassau County Police happened when I was 19. It was an unusual Fourth of July that was not humid as young people gathered in a park next to the Nassau Coleseum. It was around dusk when I went to the bathroom by the band shell. When I enter a drunk just happen to throw a beer bottle into the stage area of the band shell and the glass broke with a resonating pop. By the time I left the bathroom a bunch of drunks had already emptied a few large green garbage bags of beer bottles, and all the braking of glass sounded like machine guns.
As I walked back towards my friends I saw police lining up in full riot gear. A young couple in love proudly displaying their bliss walked toward me, and then I heard the awful sound of a nightstick against someone's skull, as the boy walking towards me slumped to the ground. The girl knelt on the ground alongside her boyfriend, and then I heard that awful sound again, as the girl laid her head on her boyfriend's chest.
I was next. I looked at the cop judging him. I looked at him hard knowing that all he had to do is take one step forward and swing to take me down. I knew if I turned right away it would be a mistake, so I stood my ground. Perhaps the cop was not that mean that he would destroy my face, perhaps because I had witnessed him clubbing two innocent people he then knew that he did something wrong and he couldn't strike me down with me looking directly at him.
"Turn and leave the park," he said, but I knew not to trust him. "My friends are behind you and they have the car." Somehow I didn't get clubbed, but I was stranded without any money and had to hitchhike.
Violence when it happens comes unexpectedly, and please realize that being an Asian (Chinese) in the white suburbs of Long Island made me a target where I could be jumped at anytime, and the first thing I learned in Kindergarten is how to fight. The Vietnam War, looking like the enemy, standing out in a crowd in a white community, understand it became natural to stand my ground, and fighting has been part of my upbringing to combat racial violence stems from childhood. I was born in 1958 and the 1960 cencus counted about 238,000 Asians in the U.S. and about half of those counted were Chinese. Violence I learned can happen at any time and anywhere.
Cal