Maybe I misunderstood the OPs question. "…(the parents) tell their children “Don’t run in public”, “Don’t run in public with anything in your hand.”
So I posted links showing the things happening that the parents are trying to prevent. And that’s considered to be hate speech?
I live where the things in those videos are happening, not in Canada. My posts simply state what I see every day. Nothing racist intended.
I don’t know that I represent a typical black upbringing, but I am a black male who doesn’t recall ever receiving such a talk. My family certainly had its share of internal strife, but I’m not aware of anyone in my immediate family having had any bad run-ins with the police (that I heard about, anyway). The worst encounter I’ve had with a cop in my life was a him displaying a racist attitude about an entirely different race while chatting with me.
Obviously, the mileage of others varies greatly.
I wonder if it’s an urban talk, in the real sense of the word, not as a euphemism for Black.
My kid’s White - real White - and we’ve given him that talk. He’s of an age (19) and lives near enough high schools that he’s going to have cops watching him, just 'cause most of the troublemakers cops have to deal with are roughly his age. He’s also short (thanks to both genetics and a spinal fusion surgery as a child) and muscular, so people assume he’s got Short Guy Syndrome and a short fuse, where in reality he’s so gentle and unassuming as to be co-dependent.
He’s been taught what to say if the cops hassle him (name, address, mom’s phone, I want a lawyer) and what to let them search (nothing) and what else to do (anything they tell him to) and told that it’s because if he doesn’t, he will get his “little punk ass” beat six ways to Sunday if he happens to run into the wrong cop, and his ass beat plus a joint planted on him if he *really *runs into the wrong cop.
(And, sorry to all the SDMB cops out there. If you’re a good cop, you’re not the one I’m warning my boy about.)
So I can’t tell you what Black mothers tell their boys, but I’ve given my little blonde haired blue eyed poster child for the Aryan race That Talk.
Well first there aren’t a whole shit-ton of black people on the straight dope, so consider you’re going to be getting a very small sample size.
But it seems to be very common. Black men are feared in our society, sometimes pathologically, and sometimes by people who are armed (police being the most obvious example). Things like what happened to Amadou Diallo, Sean Bell, Trayvon Martin and too many others to name just kinda don’t happen to white guys. Hardly ever. So a lot of people try to teach their sons mitigating behaviors, just in case the next cop who pulls them over for rolling through a red light is one who might go off half-cocked.
I did the same thing! Same result as well. Huh.
I’m black and yes, there were certain things drilled into my head from a very young age. Always get a bag and receipt when you check out, even for a small purchase. Don’t touch anything you’re not planning to buy. Don’t go to a store just to browse, or put your hands in your pockets while you’re there. A couple of times when my parents moved to the neighborhood where I grew up, the cops were driving by, saw my dad outside and made him get his license and prove that he was supposed to be there (and this was the 80s and 90s. I’m not sure what would have happened if he’d been house sitting), so I knew that this could happen and that it was best to cooperate and get it over with. Then there were the warnings that acting like an idiot in public could have more consequences for me than it might for my friends because while they might be seen as stupid teens, people might look at me doing something stupid and think “stupid blacks.” So it was important to keep in mind that you weren’t just representing yourself and your family.
Something about turning your hips to avoid vital organs. I dunno.
Also, my professor was an old man. Times may have changed.
Regardless, this thread is really depressing.
I’m a white female. My father was a first generation Sicilian American, and he grew up in a very ethnic neighborhood.
While he didn’t give me a single talk, he did occasionally say things like don’t give cops any sass, and to never get into fights for the fun of it. I was quite a tomboy, and I used to wrestle and fight with the neighbor boys for fun. He also said that if I DID get into a real fight, that he’d rather pay for my lawyer than pay for my funeral. When I was a teen or even a preteen, he made me promise to never get a tattoo. A few years ago, he explained that this was because tattoos are distinguishing marks, and sometimes people got hauled in and investigated because they had a tattoo similar to one worn by the real culprit. He then said that he released me from that promise.
My mother never gave me such advice. Well, she didn’t want me to fight or get tattooed, but this was because she thought that such things weren’t ladylike, and she was always trying to turn me into a lady. Oh, my father wanted me to be ladylike, too, but he tended to give out practical advice, such as never buy a house at the bottom of a hill, because it can get flooded more readily than a house on higher ground, and to always use a pusher when using power tools, because even though it’s not ladylike to do woodworking, it’s even LESS ladylike to be missing a finger or two.
Nice. 
I used to work in retail while in college, for a small independent store owned by a black man and his wife (who was white). Not only did he give his daughters The Talk, rather gradually over years as others have said, but he also made it a point of educating his high school and college-aged employees about these issues. Not so much telling us what to do or not do, but telling us what to look for and how to act. For example, he taught us what some of the common retail scams were, and how to identify and shadow suspicious customers without making racist assumptions. It was very eye-opening to me how much of an overlap there was in my teenaged head between “black” and “suspicious,” and I’m grateful to him for having been able to de-program a lot of that quite young.
(He also kept a retired white friend on the payroll in the mornings, and at least once a month someone would refuse to believe the Black Guy was really and truly the boss, or sometimes the White Woman if she was the owner on site, and so they’d send them to the Old White Guy, whose authority was always accepted. That game worked every single time, and lost me a lot of faith in humanity.)
And there are still people like this: Additional Charge For Unlimited Sexism Plan
Gotdamn.
I know.
To clarify, it wasn’t a rule that you couldn’t leave a store without buying something, and it was okay for *them *to go to a bunch of stores to comparison shop when they were planing to make a large purchase, but in general, you had to intend to buy something and have the means to do so, if you were going to the store. Me telling them I was broke, but I was going to go to the mall to window shop? Yeah, that wasn’t going to be allowed to happen.
Heck, I’m white and realized I needed to pay attention to this kind of thing when I was in my thirties. For me, it was because I didn’t drive for quite a few years (license suspension after a DUI, then just didn’t bother to get it back), so I was walking or bicycling everywhere and carrying a backpack. It didn’t take me long to realize that carrying a backpack in a store got me “extra attention” from security. So I got in the habit, when entering a store where I wasn’t a “regular”, of immediately asking if I needed to leave my backpack with somebody at the front of the store. If “no”, then I always made sure that every single little pocket on the backpack was fastened closed before proceeding into the merchandise areas, and wore the backpack over both shoulders so that there was obviously no easy way for me to reach back an put something inside. And also never reaching back toward the backpack.
Even now, in my 40s, when I enter a store and need to switch from my sunglasses to my reading glasses, I make the switch before I enter the store, since I’ll be putting the sunglasses into a pocket.
Official Black Guy checking in here. Yes, like Omega Glory notes, I had the “talk.” My dad laid it out to me. Everything he mentioned, I was told. Also, how to deal with police. Be respectful and polite, don’t talk back, if they say or do something that is inappropriate, make a note of it and deal with it later - not on the spot.
My son is just four and I am dreading having the talk with him, but it will be soon. 
I had wondered that too, because my brother and I got slightly different versions of the “be safe, be careful” and “how to deal with cops” talks when we were teenagers. But we’re white and as far as I know my brother never got the “how to act so people won’t be scared of you” talk, and he’s a pretty big guy, has been since he was 14. Neither of us got lectured on how to act in a store so we wouldn’t be accused of shoplifting.
While listening to an NPR segment a week or so ago, a mother was talking about having this talk with her teen son. He is on the school track team but she thought he should only practice-run at the school track, never on the streets of their neighborhood. I was floored. My brother ran track, and I’m certain he never got that advice from our parents.
I certainly think that young Black boys get this talk far earlier than their teens. This goes back to slavery days, Jim Crow, and to the present. There is an element of danger in everyday life for Black males in America - driving while Black, learning while Black, and thanks to George Zimmerman, we now have walking while Black.
Uhm - I tell my kids not to do this, and we’re lily-white…it’s called LOITERING, not browsing, and nobody should be doing it.
We always called this mall-walking, and it was cheap entertainment when we were broke. You look in windows, you watch people, you maybe get a soda or a cookie in the food court. Our mall didn’t have a cover charge or minimum purchase requirement, so I figure it was OK.
I don’t do it now, tho, because I’ve come to hate malls of all flavors…
Uhm… where in the hell do you live that kids don’t hang out at the mall? I assure you, it’s normal, and everyone does it. Oooooh… are you one of those people who automatically gets freaked out at the sight of a group of more than two teenagers?