If I may ...
I understand Hijinx thoughts. Plenty of regular black folk all around, normal, approachable; easy to identify. Just as easy to identify the feral. The one's with pants halfway down their asses, shifty eyes looking for that moment of opportunity. Playing the sweet word game with da, (inexperienced and naive), white ladies. (Regular black women, know not to deal with, and stay away from, these black men.) The one's always blaming whitey, (other than the institutional and talking head black for political purposes), for their problems, rather than their crack-head mother and fatherless household. These are the ferals that believe anything done against whitey is a notch in the belt for bragging rights and street cred. And if you don't think these kind of black people exist, take a drive to SE Washington DC, east, across the Anacostia River. Drive through the Monument Street Area, Fairfield, and Frankford neighborhoods, (naming just a few), in Baltimore. Better do it during the day though. But even then, if you are white, extremely risky. It's with these kind of ferals that no amount of, compassion, empathy, tolerance, consideration, kindness, humanity, or special programs will change or alter their behavior. The act of trying to understand them, 'help', them, grasp their mentality, is an exercise in futility.