I sometimes miss that old, naive, casual "racism", maybe it's easyer in a country where we didn't lynch black people though... like, my grandpa would refer to my brothers friends as "blackies", which is extremely offensive. He'd be pleasant though, "how's your blackie friends doing? they allright?"
I mean, it was the wording that got me lol. And it’s funny; my immigrant grandfather (my dads father) earned the respect of his fellow soldiers in Korea by earning a Medal of Honor and a Purple Heart by dragging a black comrade to safety.
That black comrade allowed my grandfather to call him “jiggaboo” and “nigga” till the day said comrade died. I think there’s a difference between real racism and casual joking. He’s why.
I’ll definitely agree on that one. My grandfather never said that, but my dad does. One of the many reasons I’d say my grandfather was a better man than any surviving Sylvestre.