Africatown?

Takes too long.

Years ago in Seattle I was helping SE Asian immigrants to learn English. The first day I got paired up with a Vietnamese guy and I pulled out my city map and asked him where he lived. "Zhi Dthow" he replied, more or less, pointing at the map. After a few more tries I worked it out and exclaimed "Oh, Chinatown" and he smiled and nodded.

I was pretty happy with how it was going. I mean, he had understood my question and answered me in English, just with a very thick accent, and we had a map full of places we might be able to talk about. Right then one of the organization's more senior people told us in a scolding tone "It's called the International District."

This was before taxonomists had even named and defined the Karen, but I knew in that moment that I had more in common with the fresh-off-the-boat immigrant than with this woman even though we shared a lot of surface attributes. Two of us were acting like normal, friendly human beings and she was putting political correctness before basic stuff like being able to communicate.