In recent dealings with young people in Rustenburg I was struck by the great divergence of fluency in English. Needless to say those with clear and fluent diction were soon at the top of the class, and found doing their job rewarding and fun. Few things are as frustrating as not being understood. The reins of power are grasped by the tongue. Whatever the legislators decide in the matter of offensive epithets such as boer, life will largely ignore them.
Language lives and changes, it is the nature of the beast.
I think anyone who takes serious exception to mere words, when the fabric of society will deal with these problems in its own way and time, didn't pay attention in class. Political correctness has slain the evil dragon courtesy. Good evening Mr. Ambassador, you torpid little prat .