My dad was called a SPIC, DAGO, WHOP, WW 2 SGT, 503RD AIRBORNE.
Your dad was a great man, but was he a dago, spic or both?
When I was younger I was in a diner late at night, loudly referring to myself as a “guinea”. Some other Italian guys in the diner looked like they were going to kill me.
The whole race thing used to be a challenge, or a joke. Before we started banning words.
And nobody gave us all the stuff the new “victims” are getting.