If you are walking in a "nice" neighborhood and you see some feral blacks headed in your direction (Hint: assume all negroes under about age 40 are feral until proven otherwise), put on your situational awareness cap and get the hell out of Dodge. Change direction, cross the street, step between parked cars, etc. - do the unexpected even if it means "insulting" the potential feral bastards. Most of them don't care about your feelings. Why should you care about theirs?
Meanwhile, make sure your weapon is handy, just in case. Likely this poor dead Dad didn't think he needed one in his "nice" neighborhood. (Hint: If you can carry a weapon, always assume you may need one and act accordingly) A little "fun" or "payback" by the racist tribe may mean you being maimed, becoming a vegetable, or dead. Probably the easiest you will come out of a confrontation is a lot of pain, blood, and stitches.
If it comes down to it, make sure it is their fat-assed baby-mommas complaining to the media, "My little Tyfine, he was a good boy and never did nuffin to nobody!". Don't worry about the feral baby-dads. They are long gone, probably to jail or the cemetary.
I’d be inclined to “speak the word” and just let go of the leashes.
No human can run 30mph.