… some people are outright prejudiced, racist as hell and we know, the stench of their ignorance hits from afar. They avoid you and you avoid them. They have no use for you and you have no use for them. There is no common ground, no seeing eye to eye. Each live and let live. Not sure what nature their racism bear, I would not want to be alone with them in a dark alley at night, I feel not safe, as simple as that.
Racism was never about hatred of another but about the deep inferiority complex that eats up the racist, the distorted sense of self, the lack of any form of efficacy that means he only feels a sense of lift when he tramples on another. The self is so low to the ground that the only way to get a temporary lift is to flaunt and enslave another. It was never hatred of the enslaved, it was always about hatred of his very own self. He can not live in peace, he is troubled from deep within, so he had to work out his troubled mind by suppressing other, yet he gets not comfort or respite from the evil that torments him from within. He multiplies evil upon evil, yet he is not cleansed. He amass wealth, ill gotten wealth through the life, sweat and blood of those he enslaved, yet he is never rich and he is more enslaved than the slaves he bought, he is enslaved with invisible chains that holds him bound day and night. No peaceful man goes and trouble another man, only a trouble man does that! No man at peace with himself goes into another man’s territory and defraud him and plunder him. It is not a sign of power or superior intelligence but a sign of torment, inner torment that knows no relinquishing.
The outright prejudiced one, I get! The subtle ones, the ones with just a streak can be quite troublesome. The ones that invite you in and play with you, but half way through the play can not help but needing to pump up the deflating self and clear the biased throat must spit out a prejudiced phlegm. Why must you rubbish another? sing it from the rooftop if you and yours are truly better? The answer is simple, the confused self has no resting ground, no sacred temple, no assured place and must always seek to displace and possess, yet he finds no rest, his house he must return to and tidy up, his inner soul he must reach deep into and build up.
No man is inferior to you and no man must empty himself of who he is to ensure your comfort. You must find your comfort. You must dig deep, all the way to your foundation and build yourself from bottom up. Chopping branches from another tree and attaching it to your weak root will not fortify you.
As the little leaven leavens the whole loaf and dead fly in the apothecary oil causes it to send forth a stinking savour, so is foolishness in him that is suppose to be wise. Prejudice is nothing but foolishness and that foolishness, that streak of prejudice in an otherwise beautiful relationship ruins it.
Just remove the log in your eye, before attempting to remove the speck in another. Work on yourself, find your beauty and rid yourself of the streak and you can see other’s beauty.
Beautiful Ivory 