[quote]Zap Branigan wrote:
Lorisco wrote:
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Repeat after me and empty your mind of all rational thought; “ALL WHITES ARE RACISTS” “RACISM ONLY COMES FROM WHITES”, “KILL WHITEY” OUMMMM!
One of my (white) work buddies and I always used to greet each other by saying “kill whitey” everytime we saw each other or called each other.
I called him on the speaker
phone with the CEO and other bigwigs in the room.
Me: “Hey Craig, do you…”
Craig (interrupting): “Kill Whitey”.
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Awesome!
I once had a project manager tell me I couldn’t introduce our group on a call because I was too young (years ago) and might do something unprofessional. The “Senior Engineer” was assigned that duty. He showed up late for the meeting and screamed “WAAAZZZZZZZUUUUUUPPPPP!” into the phone for about 1 full minute.
Sorry for the hijack…
On a related note, though, I now work with a group of engineers (9 total) and only three are Caucasian. I get called “The Man”, “Y-T”, “O-fey” (spelling?), “pink-toed huckle-puff” and all kinds of other crap every day. I also make my share of jokes at their expense. But, it is among friends, and we respect each other; no one crosses the line.
One day, I drove three of us to the grocery store and the bagger put all of our purchases into one bag. We all looked at the bag and one guy finally said “Well, the bag ain’t gonna get itself, Boy!” (speaking to me). We all laughed, but some “wannabe thug” (fake chains and stocking cap) behind us said “Yeah, grab the bag and get the F out, Cracker.” I’ll spare you the details, but when a combined 12’8" and 545lbs of angry black men grab your ass, you have a bad day (they just shook him and yelled at him). I think the poor kid pissed his pants.
Now, at least one night every week when we all leave together, one of them yells right when I grab for my briefcase “Grab the bag and get the F out, Cracker!”
Those same two bastards insisted on driving me to the airport (it is on their way home) and made me sit in the back of the car (to make them look like chauffeurs). When we got there, they opened my door and then grabbed my bags and ran them to the curbside check-in. They took photos on their camera phones and still show them to new employees as proof of how I treat black employees…