When I was in high school, one of my classmates was of Lebanese Christian origin, and kids would call him "camel jockey" or the equivalent, but he never tried to kill any of us. I guess we didn't realize how lucky we were.
Exactly.
In Nayv OIS, our officer cadre called us much, much worse than “Camel Jockey.” My father is a retired Army E8, at one time a drill sergeant. He could use profanity as an art form, I kid you not.
In neither instance, did I suddenly have the urge to off my fellow human beings. The family is lying out of their asses, plain and simple. They are reaching for an excuse. Eff them.