Had that happen to me in San Francisco, in 1971.
A new Caddie parked, and a well dressed black man got out; across the street & up stairs, the drapes twitched, and what looked like a .45 started tracking him as he walked. This was a poorer, mixed but mostly black area, and both he & the car were very out of place.
I was loading my car for a deer hunting trip, so hid in my recessed doorway, took a bead...AND WAITED FOR A SHOT TO BE FIRED.
The man entered a nearby building, and then a black kid with a toy gun came into full view from behind the drapes. I stood down, and told my wife she wouldn't need to phone the police after all.
Yep; the race card would have been in play, big time.
I am glad for your sake (not to mention the kid, et. al.) that you waited and made sure of your target (though with a handle like yours, I'd expect no less).
This is why we teach our grandkids to not even point toy guns at people...
It is a pity, really, when I think of the countless hours we spent playing 'army' in a time when it was widely assumed that the children had toys, but we just aren't there any more.