I hate the smell of bull$hit in the morning
> In 1993, I was a freshman at Woodford County High School in rural Versailles, Ky. On a dozen different occasions, white students brazenly used the slur to my face, put it on notes in my locker, and yelled it from passing vehicles. Occasionally some of my friends and I would build up enough courage to report it. The racist students would deny it. Nothing would happen. Eventually, we just stopped reporting it altogether.
I’m a walking lie (and bs) detector from interviewing amd working on cases involving felons for over 20 years. My BS meter just pegged. Almost broke.