Originally Posted by
Elite_Pie
If you never saw or heard it, we must have moved in very different circles. My first memory was back in the mid 70s when a Sikh bloke joined our shift. The person assigned to train him said "I'm not training a f@@cking P@ki" so he was assigned to someone else. I know it's the P-word (the irony is that he was Indian) rather than the N-word, but the principle is the same. He was a good bloke, but half the shift didn't want to speak to him because of his skin colour. That all changed one night shift when he brought in a massive box of the leftovers from a big Sikh celebration. It was the first time any of us had tasted things like samosas and bhajis, but after a few tentative nibbles, the majority of us loved them. After that we all used to chuck 50p in and his wife used to make a load of them for the Friday night shift. Two good lessons for us all - don't judge a person by skin colour, and Indian food beats a cheese sandwich by a mile.