We had run-ins when we had to travel to St. Helena for sporting events (this was 18-20 years ago). We maybe had two “minority” players on our teams at any given time.
They were so odd. We called them the St. Helens homies. Put our two index fingers together at an angle to simulate a mountain/triangle shape. They didn’t like it. They were so tough they made fun of how old our bus driver was. Then proceeded to follow our bus for five miles out of town.
Gotta consider the source. So weird places like this with people like that still exist...