I learned all about black rage, uncivilized behavior, and lack self-control when I got sucker punched by one when leaving a movie theater when I was 13. He wheeled me around, let fly a right hook, and dropped me on the spot. This was back in 1964. I had five or six rude and near-violent encounters and confrontations with them in the following twenty years. I took Scott Adams advice decades before he delivered it.
In my high school years in Sacramento I was one of the few white and blonde girls at my school and I was constantly pestered by disgusting ghetto rats. I complained to the faculty and on-campus SPD who did nothing. One teacher said I was racist for not dating these creatures and having sex with them.
I made over eighty documented complaints.
A wonderful Jewish friend who was a Holocaust survivor gave me a Fairbairn-Sykes dagger and taught me how to use it.
One day the lead vermin cornered me and I stabbed him. Those eighty complaints suddenly mattered when the school and SPD covered up the whole thing.
Upside is the rest of my senior year was very peaceful. Which taught me a lesson about bullies.
In any case I’ve lived in Wyoming since 2010 and I do not miss feral urban blacks. The black people who come through to visit Yellowstone are 100% decent people.
Just saying this to let you know you’re not alone.