Bigot: (n) a person who is intolerant toward those holding different opinions.
No sane people would ever admit they were intolerant.
It is easy to tuck and hide intolerance behind the holy pillars of experience, education, religious affiliation, racial discoveries and traditions.
In other words, tolerance cannot be defined by merely claiming that no intolerance exists.
To avoid being a bigot, it may be necessary to accept a universal definition for intolerance. Arriving at this proclamation–or getting any group of individuals to agree on it–may be completely impractical.
So let me just say that I’ve developed my own definition which lets me know when I have slipped into the role of being a bigot.
It is as follows:
Intolerance is a smugness that prods me to change someone’s mind.
Whenever that creeps into my soul and churns with an evangelism to chase down an infidel idea, I know that I am flirting dangerously with, or have even consummated the action of becoming a bigot.
It should be satisfactory to possess a truth that enriches our lives.
There is nothing wrong with living that truth out boldly, allowing the fruit of that tree of knowledge to sprout evidence.
But the minute we begin to judge others by whether they are planting a similar seed is when we literally end up … with bigotry.