Dallas: (n) a city in NE Texas.
If you want to lose your prejudice, travel.
I dare say it is impossible to refrain from some sort of stereotyping of other individuals and races as long as you remain in one locale, or only scuttle about a hundred miles or so.
Although you may try to be open-minded, black people seem ridiculous when you’re only around white people. And white people all look like slave owners when you are living in an urban area, surrounded by your identical color.
Travel is an amazing thing. You immediately see two lies played out:
- People are different
- A region can reflect an attitude
In both cases, it’s just not so.
Although the South touts hospitality, it is only dribbled out based upon whether the Southern lass or gent deem you to fall into the realm of normalcy.
And people being people—possessing biological, mental, spiritual and emotional propensities—generally speaking ooze out favored sentiments.
The first time I went to Dallas, Texas, I was expecting cowboys, Southern jargon, big, thick steaks and beautiful women adorned with pumped-up hair and large smiles.
Don’t get me wrong—these are available.
The Chamber of Commerce, the churches and the politicians make sure they have representatives of this style of Dallas on call for the tourists.
But when you step a little deeper into the community, you find human beings. Most of these souls don’t have enough security, finance or agenda to be hateful or loving.
They’re just doing the best they can.
So these folks are not different at all and feel no compulsion to reflect the attitude of Dallas or any other metroplex they might need to represent.
Bigotry is kept alive by business, religion, politics and entertainment wishing to keep us separate.
We have certainly learned this year that when the same problems are thrown at people who are supposed to be different, those who survive stumble upon mutual solutions.