Prejudice

I can’t stand the smell of prejudice; even the flippant careless kind, even if its not against me but another group. If I hear it uttered in a group, I bristle with barely controlled indignation. Sometimes that makes me seem like a crack head; but you know what? I rather seem like a crack then let someone propagate that ignorance. This isn’t to say I don’t have my own prejudices, but I would like to believe that I try my best to confront and deconstruct these as best as any man can.

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