Growing up in the ghetto as a kid I had to kick much ass or get the living shit beat out of me when a black guy tried talking to one of my two sisters.
I was gonna` write a novel length diatribe explaining things but I feel I don't owe this to anyone here or IRL.
Let it be known that neither of my sisters ever went with a ninjaz and one married an Irish guy and the other an Italian.....trust me I took my lumps and gave some, but nobody and I mean NOBODY bothers my family.....especially my sisters.
I once chased a bunch of coons who threatened my mother out of my yard with a hatchet.................
looked like a scene right out of a movie as they scattered to the 4 corners of the world as I came out like HEEEEEEEEEERS Johnny motherfuckers at top speed hatchet in hand!

As an addendum, since I lived in the ghetto from the ages of age 5-18 or so (my uncle owned the house and rent was cheap).I made friends with lots of blacks (neighborhood was formerly Italian until they slowly moved in and made it predominantly black though I am of Irish heritage),so I had some black friends who I still connect with on FB (how gay.....real gay!) LOL

Why you might ask,because when I grew up they would have literally given their lives for me and had my back all the time..........remember,the hood was huge and if I stepped out of my section,I was viewed as prey.
In essence again ,nobody fucked with my sisters especially black guys......immediate smash to the face no fucking questions asked win lose or draw.
A much shorter version of what I wanted to originally post ,believe it or not.
One more thing,one of the spooks whose ass that I kicked over talking to my sister would fight me decades later downtown on sight when I was drinking heavy as he never forgot the beat down I put on his sorry ass for talking to my sister........we had some good tit for tat scraps.