I got back home from college a couple weeks ago. I can't afford to go to school in the summer or live in Orlando while not going so I had to move back in with my parents and get a job. Having few other options I spent the first 3 weeks scouring Jacksonville for a non-food retail job. Eventually my dad hooked me up with a job with a surveying company. The job so far has been fairly easy, the pay is nice and at least I won't be dealing with the guilt of selling things made in sweatshops at the gap. My dad took an atitude with me when he told me I had an interview this monday. He doesn't like my politics and I felt like he drove it in really hard that he thinks I'm lazy, gloating about me taking a manual labor job. I went to the survey place, first noticing that the guy who ran it had a fondness for hanging the severed heads of the animals he murdered for sport all over the walls. I didn't comment on it, I really needed the job. He seemed to like me and hired me on the spot. I was to show up for work the next morning at 7am. That was no big deal really. I'm a diligent worker. It wasn't untill the next day, that I got to know the survey team I would be working with, one of whom, Josh, was on his two weeks notice and he was the one I was replacing. Josh is about my age and we got into a conversation about our hobbies. Both of us are gamers. We had fun discussing it and I mentioned that my memory cards had gotten stolen because my old roommates tended to invite a lot of shady people into our apartment. "Bunch of niggers I bet" said Josh I was kind of taken aback by this. Starting drama on the first day would get me into quite a bit of trouble. I just kind of nodded and smiled akwardly. I tried to say, that the people I used to live with, while wanna-be gangsters, were not even black, they were hispanic, two of them were half-jewish half-cuban. "Same difference, its niggers that are taking over." Today, I realized that what he said the day before was probably a test to see if I was one of his kind. Since I didn't object to what he said vocally, he pushed the envelope a little further. A white woman in a convertable with braided hair drove by and Josh said the he bet her boyfriend was black and said into the walkee talkee to my supervisor the same racist comment, he giggled but told him to watch it since the high school we were working next may have had radios on the same frequency and we could get into trouble. The fact that this was my immediate boss and he was wearing a confederate flag wasn't very reassuring. In the truck we rode in going from bench mark to bench mark, the radio was set to a country music station that played songs ignorant lyrics that implied that hippies hate america and don't support the troops along with the usual "America can do no wrong, 9-11 NEVAR FORGET!!11" message. They had a newsbreak on there as well that brought up the prison abuse controversy and one of the guys had more ignorant things to say. "The iraqi prisoners should have thought about that when they rammed the plane into the wtc" or "They have no right to complain since Saddam was worse." Add to all this the repeated misogynist comments they made objectifying every womyn they passed by. "Hurrr, she's got a nice ass." Although, I've gotten used to it considering, my old roommates did it all the time and went so far as to pressure womyn to drink so that they would consent to sex. Otherwise the job isn't that bad but I wanted to get that off my chest. What would be the moral and practical thing to do in this situation? As far as I can tell they aren't acting on these beliefs but I have a serious moral objection to their prejudice. I'm afraid to say anything, especially considering my boss is in on it.