I have known strong black Americans, plus an actual captain in the Nigerian Army, plus a smart gentleman from Ghana.
None of them wore earings, tatoos. They all were helpful people who spoke English well.
One of them was a Korean War veteran whose vocabulary was limited by injury. He stood upon the small platform at the right rear of our municipal trash truck, and I rode along, standing upon the left rear platform.
I liked the work. Good to be outside and alive.
Almost no plastic trash cans in those days. You grabbed the ubiquitous galvanized (but rusting inside) and often battered steel trash can and either threw it at the dump area in the back of the truck, but sometimes dragged the can and then managed to lift it into the dump area.
Anyway, some actual men. Such as a fellow whose name was Parse.
And I have a nice personal letter from Thomas Sowell.