[Beneatha Younger:]… He said everybody ought to learn how to sit down and hate each other with good Chrisitan fellowship.
[excerpt from Act II, Scene 3]
Eh, brother, but nature has to be corrected and guided, otherwise we’d all drown in prejudices. Without that there wouldn’t be even a single great man.
I would rather be a man of paradoxes than a man of prejudices.
Rather than swallowing our pride and simply asking what we do not know, we choose to fill in the blanks ourselves and later become humbled. Wisdom was often, in its youth, proven foolish, and ones humiliated were meant to become wise.
That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it.
Completely and perfectly and incandescently happy…
As a Black lesbian mother in an interracial marriage, there was usually some part of me guaranteed to offend everybody’s comfortable prejudices of who I should be.
The radical implication of the expansion of higher education has been disguised by a myth which dubs all educated working class people as middle class. By definition working class people are not intelligent, so if you’ve got a degree you must be middle class. This nonsense is reinforced by the fact that acedemic traditions are laden with class assumptions and are presented in upper class styles even in the Polytechnics.
‘Not drinking?’ Collin asked coolly.
‘I only drink the blood of virgins,’ Logan quipped.
‘You must be dehydrated then.’
A slow smile spread over Logan’s face. ‘A sense of humor… rare in a Templar.’