I used to be very sensitive about this subject. I would doublethink everything I said if it could even vaguely be construed as racist. Unfortunately not everyone was like me, I went to the type of schools you see in Lean on Me and Freedom Writers.
That all changed when I met my best friend during my sophomore year of high school. She was just about the least politically correct person you could meet, and everybody loved her. It then caught on in our small school, to refer to each other by the appropriate racial slur.
Naomi: What's up honky, *****, spic?
The rest: Hey negress!
Then the faculty started cracking down, enacting penalties and having meetings on language/sensitivity. We resorted to calling each other by our appropriate ethnic foods instead.
Naomi: Hey there fried rice!
Me: Hey there fried chicken.
That all changed when I met my best friend during my sophomore year of high school. She was just about the least politically correct person you could meet, and everybody loved her. It then caught on in our small school, to refer to each other by the appropriate racial slur.
Naomi: What's up honky, *****, spic?
The rest: Hey negress!
Then the faculty started cracking down, enacting penalties and having meetings on language/sensitivity. We resorted to calling each other by our appropriate ethnic foods instead.
Naomi: Hey there fried rice!
Me: Hey there fried chicken.