“Martin!” Steve yelled. “You’ve gotta get up here.”
Running upstairs, I breathlessly asked, “What?”
Steve had that funny look in his eyes, “Read this,” he pointed to his laptop screen.
I read, “CNN.com – Technology. Los Angeles, California. (Reuters)
“Los Angeles officials have asked that manufactures, shippers and contractors stop using the terms ‘Master’ and ‘Slave’ on computer equipment, saying such terms are unacceptable and offensive.” The article went on to say that, “Based on the cultural and sensitivity of Los Angeles County, this is not an acceptable identification label.”
“Oh, we’re in trouble now,” I said. “What are we going to call Animation:Master?”
“What are we going to call the NetRender Slave?” Steve whispered.
“And look,” warned Steve. “It says they’re doing an ‘exhaustive search’ to identify offensive equipment. And they’re seeking reparations for the descendants of slaves.”
“We don’t have the money for that!” Noel exclaimed. “My wife would kill me if I lose the kid’s college fund.”
“I know,” Steve said worriedly. “We could call them ‘Animation:Monster’ and ‘NetRender Salve’, you know like the kind you put on your feet?”
“I don’t put salve on my feet,” contradicted Noel. “I say it’s ‘Animmiester’ and we remove the ‘e’ from ‘slave’ to get ‘slav’, you know, like somebody who comes from Slovakia and the ‘meister’ part sounds kind of foreign?”
We were considering these options when the FedEx guy, who James used to work with when he was at FedEx, came in to pick up the day’s shipments. James was putting the last of the boxes out, as he does everyday.
“Hey nigger!” the FedEx guy yelled, greeting James.
“Hey, ya pimp,” James replied.
