#judi

...racist thought and action says far more about the person they come from than the person they are directed at. ↗

— Chris Crutcher

#prejudice #racism #small-mindedness #prejudice

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. ↗

— Mark Twain

#travel #prejudice

I will only add, God bless you. ↗

— Jane Austen

#blessings #darcy #jane-austen #mr-darcy #prejudice

Discussion is impossible with someone who claims not to seek the truth, but already to possess it. ↗

— Romain Rolland

#discussion #prejudice #truth #prejudice

How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! ↗

— Jane Austen

#prejudice

People who insist on dividing the world into 'Us' and 'Them' never contemplate that they may be someone else's 'Them'. ↗

— Ray Davis

#prejudice #racism #racism

The sad truth about bigotry is that most bigots either don't realize that they are bigots, or they convince themselves that their bigotry is perfectly justified. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#bigot #bigotry #bigots #delusion #denial

And yet it had come to this: a cult that followed a dogmatic hard line of exclusion and repression, believed its teachings alone were the way that others must follow, and claimed special knowledge of something that had happened more than five centuries ago. It did nothing to soften its rigid stance, nothing to heal wounds that it had helped to create by deliberately shunning people of other Races, and nothing to explore the possibility of other beliefs. It held its ground even in the face of hard evidence that perhaps it had misjudged and refused to consider that it was courting a danger that might destroy everyone. p96 ↗

— Terry Brooks

#prejudice #racism #racism

Ari: The serial number was now my new name. I was dehumanized. I was branded like an animal, but was treated worse. This is what racism can do to people. ↗

— Christopher Huh

#racism #wwii-fiction #wwii-history #racism

I love you,” he whispered, rubbing his jaw against her temple. “And you love me. I can feel it when you’re in my arms.” He felt her stiffen slightly and draw a shaky breath, but she either couldn’t or wouldn’t speak. She hadn’t thrown the words back in his face, however, so Ian continued talking to her, his hand roving over her back. “I can feel it, Elizabeth, but if you don’t admit it pretty soon, you’re going to drive me out of my mind. I can’t work. I can’t think. I make decisions and then I change my mind. And,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood by using the one topic sure to distract her, “that’s nothing to the money I squander whenever I’m under this sort of violent stress. It wasn’t just the gowns I bought, or the house on Promenade...” Still talking to her, he tipped her chin up, glorying in the gentle passion in her eyes, overlooking the doubt in their green depths. “If you don’t admit it pretty soon,” he teased, “I’ll spend us out of house and home.” Her delicate brows drew together in blank confusion, and Ian grinned, taking her hand from his chest, the emerald betrothal ring he had bought her unnoticed in his fingers. “When I’m under stress,” he emphasized, sliding the magnificent emerald onto her finger, “I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of control not to buy one of these in every color. ↗

— Judith McNaught

#elizabeth #ian #judith-mcnaught #change