Quotes About Bias

In fifth grade, we did 10 minutes on slavery and 40 minutes on Abraham Lincoln, and in 10th grade you might do 10 minutes on the civil rights era and 40 minutes on Martin Luther King, and that's it.

When I was in seventh grade, I was bored out of my mind. We seemed to be learning the same things over and over in science and math, and two of the boys in my class were allowed to move ahead into these advanced classes, but I wasn't allowed because I was a girl.

There are not grades of racism. There's racism.

I remember my grandfather believed women were second-class citizens and told my mother that it was a shame she had brains because she was a girl and shouldn't carry on her education.

There's still a great deal of bias about homosexuality.

My race and sex had a great deal more to do with what people believed I could do than with what I actually could do.

If you are a senior woman in business, you intuitively know two things: If a white man promotes a woman or a person of color, he gets credit for it. If a woman says great things about a woman, you get dinged for it. Research is clear on this.

White racial grievance enjoys automatic credibility, and even when disproven, it is never disqualifying of its bearers.

I'm a bit biased with my love for Kyle Long. I would say he's the best bald guard in football.

Just by existing as men, we are automatically guilty of everything in some people's minds. And, on top of that, we've created a situation in the media where men are only allowed to talk about politics and sport.

Would they call me a diva if I were a guy?

The biased left-wing media does what it wants. That's not going to define me or hamper me.

Like there's any difference between the quality of "news" since the Media's gone out.

Our inherited desire to explain what we see fuels two kinds of cognitive errors. First, we are too easily seduced by patterns and by the theories that explain them. Second, we latch onto data that support our theories and discount contradicting evidence. We believe stories simply because they are consistent with the patterns we observe and, once we have a story, we are reluctant to let it go.

This mythology is based on a deep racial and sexual bias against black men: the pimp in North American culture is widely depicted as, and understood to be, a black man. Indeed, the racist undercurrent of the pimp mythology is most likely the root, and not a branch, of the myth. The fear of the black male, and black male sexuality, goes back to the days of slavery and imperialism.

The American white relegates the black to the rank of shoeshine boy; and he concludes from this that the black is good for nothing but shining shoes.

The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it.

You cannot have qualifications without experience; and you cannot have experience without personal interest and bias. That may not be an ideal arrangement; but it is the way the world is built and we must make the best of it.

Keep in mind, the news media are not independent; they are a sort of bulletin board and public relations firm for the ruling class - the people who run things. Those who decide what news you will or will not hear are paid by, and tolerated purely at the whim of, those who hold economic power. If the parent corporation doesn't want you to know something, it won't be on the news. Period. Or, at the very least, it will be slanted to suit them, and then rarely followed up.

there are always people who can't forgive an able man for differing from them.

we are rather apt to consider an act wrong because it is unpleasant to us

If I don't like a man's looks, depend upon it I shall never like HIM. I don't want to know people that look ugly and disagreeable, any more than I want to taste dishes that look disagreeable.

In this stupid world most people never consider that a thing is good to be done unless it is done by their own set.

The bias of human nature to be slow in correspondence triumphs even over the present quickening in the general pace of things: