I'd been with the same battalion in Germany for over 3 years when one of my NCOs invited me to his house for a July 4th party. At the time, I was the only white guy in the section, the other 5-6 were black.
His wife served up the most scrumptious soul food I ever had. She was mildly amused watching me eat a large portion of chitlins. She just had to ask how much I liked them...
I replied, "They're great, ma'am, but for some reason that I can't explain, I feel like dancing."
In retrospect, I shouldn't have said it, as I had not met her previously. OTOH, the men I worked with were howling.
Hey, it was 1980, before political correctness infected our society.
It can be uncomfortable. But it was interesting to have the shoe on the other foot. I was praying not to say anything stupid out of nervousness. It was so loud no one would have heard me. :)
I actually feel sorry for black who are harassed and abused because the thug life gets all the attention. They are not all thugs by any means. If I were black I would speak out I think. But that's hard as well. Blacks bully blacks who try to assimilate.