I've met Martell. He was the nicest guy in the world. We were at a Starbucks near Beaverton Fred Meyer. After he left, I saw him help an old lady get her groceries in the trunk of her car. I've also seen him as a spectator at one of our games. He was well mannered. I wonder if he could have misunderstood the officer. I once replied to an African-American "I know what you mean, boy" and I didn't mean it the way he took it. I meant it the same as "Wow man, I hear what you're saying." but I was not alert enough to think of that. This guy was the nicest and I had the utmost respect for him. Still do to this day.
Actually the best would have to be Filipino cock fighting...it's sort of a nat'l pastime like Sumo is to the Japanese
I met him quite a few times as well, but that was when he was still just a kid. I have no idea what he's like now.
While fucked up, sometimes it rolls off the tongue and you don't mean it in a derogatory way whatsoever. I did not know "boy" was offensive until Dviss said so. Because I treated blacks, whites, asians, latinos as if they were all just people. Many millenials were raised that way. To see past color. Do I try not to say "boy" to black people? Of course. But I have anxiety around people I'm not close with. If I see an acquaintance, and I'm like "fuck man, you're my boy!" After I've had a few, or the boys are going out tonight, or boy, we getting drunk tonight. The intent is not there in a derogatory way. If someone told me, that's offensive I would apologize profusely.
Best part of that show was when Cotton looked him up and down and goes "No he ain't. He's Laotian. Ain't you Mr Kahn?" Man, they need to bring back King of the Hill
Maybe Martell was under the misapprehension that it made him look smart: https://www.msn.com/en-us/video/nul...ain-shocking-details-of-his-racism/vp-AAyAJ2K
I’ve shown up and not had car rental and hotel reservations because of my last name. It’s mispronounced EVERYDAY. Only time somebody looked at it and said it right was customs in Athens. L....U....K...R....O...F...K....A.....
Details emerging. Turns out he was supposed to be later in the police lineup, but they called him up sixth, right after Felton.
But, for real the only person I have ever refered to as a vegtable was my second grade teacher. She was a very strict older lady and her hair looked like a giant brocoli stalk so we called her Mrs. Brocolihead
