Niggaz in Paris; Break For Love

I'm listening to some Jay Z., and Kanye before bed.  Word.   Now Pet Shop Boys and Peter Rauthother.
Meeting was good today.   Stabilizing.  Got to chat w/MLP, WHICH IS ALWAYS GOOD.  She gave me some much needed perspective on my recent troubles with my  assistant, Butch. This trouble, really, goes back years.  i trust him to know I'm not a racist; like I know he's not racist.  So, occasionally or often, I would send him photos of big, often black dicks, with some bad joke caption, when I find them.
Was it in appropriate?  Should I have done it?
In retrospect, no.  But I did.   & all I can do is break  the behavior, but in the meantime, I think Butch and I need to re-evaluate and, I think, end our working relationship.  Peter and Gil keep loading him down with new responsibilities, like grocery shopping.  These are things FAR beyond Butch's purview.  He's voiced feeling overworked to me, but I guess he's not comfortable  voicing it to them; he seems to think my money stewards are his boss, but that's not true:   I am.  And I need to  advocate better for him.  But how can I, WHEN getting him to talk candidly about his work station, is more often than not, like pulling teeth.
Though our relationship, right now, is probably damaged beyond repair.  I THINK, right now  it's probably best if we end our working relationship, and maybe, after a few years, we can re-connect and see what's salvageable, if anything.
Sad thing is, I really like, and respect, Butch.  He's in his 50's, but still full of dreams to chase, and hopes to realize.
I've said as much to him, a while ago, but it seems to've slipped his recall.