When I was going to school in the 1970’s, all the black kids chose to sit in the back of the bus, chose to sit at their own lunch tables and chose to play in their own handball courts.
Their was a single black guy from Jamaica called Everton who sat and played with the whites and was my best friend for three years.
You would need to first force the black kids to be desegregate before you could segregate them.
I started Jr. High (7th grade in our district) with my best friend, a black girl. By the end of the year she was in her own group and looked at me longingly from her ‘group.’ This was Atlanta.
I grew up that year.
In my experience, the Caribbean blacks, and really, the African blacks as well, don’t want anything to do with “African Americans”.