Yet when we walked him in the park or at the vet or anywhere he went, he was friendly and cute to all the white people, and aggressive and violent towards black people. It embarrassed the heck out of my wife and I.
I could not for the life of me ever figure out why he behaved like this.
Maybe he had more sense than some people.
In the 60s, living for a short time in Alabama, my Mom hired a black housekeeper to come once a week. When she first arrived, our dog started growling. My Mom apologized.
The lady laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said. “My dog can’t stand white people!”
For the duration of our time there, she and my Mom got along great. Our dog quickly figured out the black lady sometimes brought cookies. He soon got along great with her too!