Prejudice is Less than it Seems



Prejudice has become the greatest sin.  Shame on you if you don’t like that person’s  color, his weight, his retardation, his sexual identification, his religion.


Perhaps if we could admit our hatred we could resolve it and free ourselves from enmity. Perhaps prejudice against prejudice is simple minded and self-protective.


It’s as if we are all supposed to like everything. Like I should admire transvestites for wearing their mother’s high heels and dresses.  Like I should approve of men kissing each other on the corner under the streetlamp and look at a pedophile as paternal for putting a little boy on his lap.


Like I shouldn’t look into a black man’s face and notice that it is black.  That I shouldn’t look into an albinos cheeks and feel like I am in a snowstorm in the Alps. That I shouldn’t look into my own face and  see that it’s pale and sallow.


Like I shouldn’t look at a woman and wonder what her vagina looks like.  Like I shouldn’t look at a girl when I was younger and wonder what she sees in me.


Like I shouldn’t look at a cripple and feel uncomfortable that he can’t walk.  That I shouldn’t look at a blind man and wonder what he does or doesn’t see.


Like I shouldn’t be prejudiced against homosexual love rather than to accept that it is something other and different.   That I shouldn’t be human and be in touch with my hatred of mankind while I feel love for all creatures.


What simplistic liberals have decided that prejudice is negative rather than the ability to categorize and divide up opinions?  That prejudice is the love of this; the hatred of that; and the possibility of seeing it the other way around. That prejudice is liberating and the ability to separate the countries of the mind.


You can call me prejudiced. I am not.  I am the essence of prejudice. I am both its presence and its absence. I am all encompassing.  I am God without His powers. I am what I believe not the end of political correctness.


Prejudice can set you free.


I am a judgment before and after it has evaporated.  I am the freedom of an open mind.  I am political correctness turned on its head.  I am impossible.  I am beautifully incorrect.

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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