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.

The horror of being prejudiced

I've always had a particular horror of people who are prejudiced. It's a word that I learned when I was a kid, when Apartheid was still in effect in South Africa, when Nelson Mandela was still in prison.

You don't hear the word *prejudiced* much anymore. And after a while, most people just imagined that it only had to do with hating people of a difference race than yours. It does, but it goes much deeper. And no, I'm not being *politically correct* when I cringe at a prejudicial statement by someone, I am horrified.

The word prejudice simply means making a judgement before you really know anything about a person. It can be a statement about other races, or people who are older, or younger. It's about making a sweeping statement about people based on what they are, like their gender, or whether they are rich or poor.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once asked that you judge someone by the content of their character, not the color of their skin. And that means holding off judgement until you have taken the time to learn a bit. And sure, there are gonna be people who are stinkers. And at that point it would be foolish to not judge them as stinkers. But if you never give them a chance, you will never know.

So here's a thought, instead of being prejudiced, be post-judiced. Hold off that opinion until you know a person, get the facts, walk a mile in their shoes. You may be surprised, and pleased, at what you find.
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