We have all worked with guys like him.
I worked with one when I was but a child, a college student in NYC working as a waitress. The head cook at the restaurant was incredibly hostile to whites, wouldn’t give you your order in time, etc. However, his 10-year old son had a congenital heart defect and at that point needed surgery, so they needed lots of blood, at that time (late 60s) harder to come by.
I went and donated blood even though I wasn’t heavy enough to donate a pint and the hospital argued with me about it. But they let me go forward, I survived, and in those days in NYC, they would give you a dash of brandy to revive you after giving blood. I remember sitting there chatting with a doctor afterwards. Wait, did they give me more than one dash?
A few weeks later, I was passing by the table where most of the self-segregated black employees sat, and I heard the cook saying to them, “So where were you all when my son needed surgery? I got one blood donation, and that was from a white girl. So don’t give me this “family” s***.”