Yeah, what happened to the “melting pot”?
I can’t eat tacos, collard greens, pickled pig feet, goulash, etc.? or I be racist.
We were a multiethnic workforce, and there was no racial tension. Everybody loved the potlucks which fostered a wonderful feeling of camaraderie.
Mr. Inspectorette and I retired in 2005, I don't know if this tradition is still active. I hope it is.