The neighbourhood I live in now has a bad reputation. It is quite literally on the wrong side of the tracks, the street is quite trendy on the east side of the tracks, but as soon as you cross to the west, you’re in sketch-ville. It’s bad rep is mostly historical: it’s close to a big, old mental hospital, so there are lots of support services for mental health patients around (and, therefore, lots of mental health patients); also, when they built a highway nearby, the rich people moved out and the rents went way down. Now it’s packed with recent immigrants, the aforementioned mental health patients, and artists looking for cheap rent. (Although, to my despair, it’s gentrifying - the closest Starbucks is still several blocks away, but I fear further encroachment).
It’s reputation is, as far as I’m concerned, undeserved. There are hookers and drug dealers, but these are not in and of themselves dangerous. Also, recent studies demonstrated that most of the clientele of the hookers and dealers came from other neighbourhoods. It does piss me off that we get a bad rep because people come from their own well-reputed areas to do their dirty business in ours.
I think it has mostly been dangerous in years past, but it’s improved a lot. I’ve been paying attention to the local news since I moved in, and most of the murders that happen in Toronto happen in other neighbourhoods. (With a few exceptions, of course: for instance, a community support worker was found chopped up in an alley right by my house, she had been murdered by her partner with whom she lived, nearby.) When I woke up to find a homeless man eating his breakfast on my front porch, it was in a different neighbourhood, right by the university.
I feel quite a lot safer in my ‘hood than in, say, my parents’ - they live in a suburb, where there is nothing around but six-lane roads and quiet empty tree-lined streets, and cars. If something were to happen there would be no-one around to hear me scream. In my neighbourhood, on the other hand, there are always people around - although they may be drunk / homeless / crazy / smelling like pee, or even “foreign” / sketchy-looking (to the eyes of sheltered suburban white people, they are my neighbours, they are not threatening to me, and I know there will always be someone to come to my aid if I need it, whatever the time of day or night.
I don’t mind the reputation but it probably helps that I didn’t grow up there, I have the benefit of age and experience to realize that calling my neighbourhood dangerous is more a reflection on the ignorance of the speaker than on the 'hood itself. If I was a kid, I’d just be pissed off.