I'm writing a paper on Gay Adoption...but I got side tracked with a 'letter to the editor' sort of thing.
A few months ago a play came to my school called “And then they came for me”. It was about the Holocaust, but the general theme of the play struck much deeper. “And then they came for me” was about discrimination, hatred and intolerance. While I feel that most of the student body at my school is fairly tolerant, I think the school could certainly improve in this area.
What if all of a sudden, you were in the minority? People hated and belittled you for being Christian, or for having brown eyes. The lunch ladies in the cafeteria won’t serve you…why? Because you’re different. People laugh at you. They make fun of you.
In the 1960s three young African American’s sat down at a Woolworth’s lunch counter and refused to leave until they were served. Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on the bus. These injustices were blatant, obvious. And in our modern era, things seem as though they should be that simple.
But they’re not. Imagine that your longtime girlfriend has been in a car-crash, the woman you love is in critical condition, she may be dying. You race to the hospital…only to be denied access to her hospital room. “You’re not related to her.” The doctors tell you. And you must stand outside while the person you love dies alone.
That is what discrimination is. Everyone is someone, with people who care about them, people who love them. It doesn’t matter if you’re black or white, religious or an atheist, gay or straight. In America you deserve a fair shot; the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Intolerance kills that. If you were someone else, would you hate you?
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Me hating me if I was someone else is a completely different issue and is more a basis on personal taste rather than discrimination, it stems from the fact that I;m under the impression that if I had kids who were like me, I would kill them. Not literally though, because I dislike it when children get fate-screwed.
Anyways...
Intolerence will only be erased when we stop worring about differences. As long as you point someone out as different (even if it's inspired by good-feelings.) you make kids think about differences, and suddenly they matter.
If you don't, they'll notice the difference, they just won't care. Mmmm social preconceptions.