Have you ever worked with niggers? One of my first jobs was concrete work for an old crippled Chippewa who worked his body to death laying block. One day he pulled me aside and pointed at the one black guy on the crew. “Do you know why blacks work at the pace they do?” He asked me. No I don’t, boss. “Because that’s the slowest speed they could go without being whipped and it stuck with them until today.” Old Fred knew a thing or two about hard work and niggers.