When I was growing up, my next door neighbors were Indian (husband, wife, son, daughter). They had a basketball hoop in their drive way, and the son would always have his Indian friends from the neighborhood come over and play. I must have been about seven or eight, and he was a couple of years younger. My cousin and I would try to play with them, but he was not having it. The crazy thing about it is that his friends wanted us to play with them, but he was all about it.
That counselor felt threatened by you because you did not live up to his/her stereotypical view of black folks.
I remember this one time in college I was at a party and some fratboyish cornball white dude starts talking to me and my brother in forced outdated ebonics, I looked at dude like and said "Speak to me in English you fakkit". Dude caught all sorts of feelings and accused me of being "too sensitive" . My brother then challenged the CAC to a fight and he was all like "Easy bro, easy "