My first real memory of any neighborhood watch that took place in a community I lived in came from my youth in South Florida. We had moved out of east Miramar to the west side of town — a side that provided a culture shock when we noticed how often Black and other minorities were targeted by this same community vigilantism. Polished golf and country clubs, gated communities and private parks almost always had a sign with the image of a cloaked figure accompanied by the phrase “community watch” on it staked somewhere in their winding cul-de-sacs.    Read the article…………………………….