I’m okay with any one black dude.
But put two of them together, and I’m obligated to cross the street.
Three, and I jam it into reverse.
It’s all about probabilities.
So I was in Montreal on business years ago. Staying at the Sheraton downtown. Finishing up for the day, my Montreal colleagues said to head over to St. Catherines St. and enjoy a few drinks at some of the local joints. Walking down a dark street from the Sheraton to St. Catherines, I look up and see 5 young black yutes coming toward me on the sidewalk. They had the baggy jackets and sagging pants and were strutting their stuff. A little menacing at first glance. Unsure of what to expect, I cautiously kept moving. 10 feet away I looked up and said, in my nicest southern speak, “Good evening, gentlemen”.
A couple of them smiled and said something in French as they passed. I have no idea what, for all I know, they could have been threatening to kill me... But the French made it sound so pleasant... :-)