Eek! Says it perfectly. Maybe it's because I am a white girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and was raised in the suburbs, but this mall terrifies me. The husband got a baseball hat for Christmas and we had to return it here of all places. As soon as we walked in, I instinctively clutched all of my valuables to my chest and grabbed the husband's hand. I didn't release that position until we were safely back on the road. I know this mall is ghetto because it is in the ghetto. That makes sense. You cater to your audience, not to people who live miles and miles away. Needless to say, I don't belong here and they don't have anything to offer here that would make me think otherwise. I won't be back unless I am forcibly dragged.