This blog is about the story of my family here in America. We arrived in the 1630s as Puritans, and became the common folk of the New World.

Hatred, bigotry, and the American way

My ancestors probably hated you. They hated you for the color of your skin. They hated you for your nationality, or your religion. They hated you for the country, or the city, that you lived in. If you lived in the same city, they hated you for the neighborhood you lived in, or the school you went to. And that hatred continues to this day, unwittingly supported by people who don't understand how it starts.

Hatred between groups of people is a defense mechanism. If you didn't defend your family, or your tribe, they would probably be attacked by another tribe, and die. Learning to recognize the subtle differences between *your people* and *them* started at any early age. Hating people who are different from you isn't something that you are born with, it is something that must be carefully taught. It is something that the human race has been trying to grow out of for thousands of years. Attempts to break this cycle of hatred are as old as civilization. And you would think that people like me would give up, but we won't.