The infection that runs through generations

Last weekend my son had a sleepover for his birthday. It was great fun, lots of boisterousness, whooping it up, Nerf gun wars and more.
As is common with 13-year olds, they tested the boundaries of language. Profanity crops up more and more in their banter, especially with two of the kids.
While I was in another room on my laptop I heard one of them say, “You dirty n****r.”
I stopped breathing, my stomach tightened in revulsion.
My mind leapt to the father of that kid. Crap, I thought, another generation infected . . .

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