Boner's Multitudinous Expedited Shoe Production thrived for nearly fifty years, a company inherited from his father, Weatherby, who was killed in a freak lips accident. Hiring an array of Negro children and the housewives of his associates, the shoe machines were oiled and repaired and unclogged on a daily basis. For Christmas, Boner would give his staff those shoes which were over-steamed from the previous year and deemed unwearable by his particular eye.
Found in a diary of one of those Negro workers was sound proof of Boner's dedication to his craft, as well as his eternal struggle to constantly improve himself, the industry, and even Moral America:
"Tis is a fine shoe ye have made, Samuel - but tell me,
will it keep ye animals from our women
like the mongrel sheep dog protects its flock?"
Again, while Boner's words may seem callous and deeply hateful in our modern age, one must remember the time in which he lived. Racial tensions weren't just about inappropriate comments made on radio programs or stand-up comedy specials - there was a true question of inferiority amongst the blacks and whites, so much that prominent white families would sell their slaves to another family like you or I would sell each other a Shinedown CD on Amazon.com.
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