Since my father made good money, sometimes my mother would hire a black maid/baby sitter named Nell, who I liked way more than a grumpy black woman named Bessie and an old white woman whose name I can't recall.
Nell showed up at my mother's funeral. When Nell died, I sent a condolence card to her family and praised her memory. They sent a thank you letter back that stated "the matriarch of our family will be sorely missed."
Me dino has no trouble getting along with the vast majority of black people down here in the Deep South. Just be nice. They really respond well if you say "sir" or "ma'am" when they are the ones waiting on me.
Doubt if my behavior prompts anyone to spit in my food. It's just common sense.
Way I see it nobody asks what for color they are born. Attempts to racially divide us as (if by Marxists into CRT, the KKK or or whomever) is based on evil.