I often hear people talk about “soft bigotry.” I guess that distinction makes them feel better.
What I find is, prejudice is prejudice, regardless of degrees or nuances.
The result is certainly the same.
I have just gone through an experience that proves my point.
While I would not say that people openly hate me, it does seem that they are afraid of me or uncomfortable around me. They also expect very little in terms of ability.
I am a well trained, accomplished musician; yet i was denied permission to play in a particular setting for one reason: I can’t see.
With that in mind, here is my poetic rant:
Really get me down,
Especially from people who
Jump to conclusions,
Unjustly deciding when they
Don’t know a thing;
Instantly characterizing with
Closed hearts and minds;
Evil is the author of prejudice.