Quotes About Prejudice

roger is bald and fat and his wife is probably bald and fat, too, and the last thing i want to hear about is them having bald and fast sex.

People like to say being gay isn't like skin color, isn't anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding. But if that's true, why do they always find us?

One of the protestor's sign catches my eye. HOMISEXUALITY IS THE DEVIL'S WORK, it says. And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

One of the protestor's signs catches my eye. HOMOSEXUALITY IS THE DEVIL'S WORK, it says. And once again, I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

Why should the arbitrary assignment of genital parts determine whether or not you want to be with a person?

As pessoas gostam de dizer que ser gay não é como a cor da pele, não é uma coisa física. Elas dizem que sempre temos a opção de esconder. Mas, se isso for verdade, como é que eles sempre nos descobrem?

It was so screwed up, because the thing that made us the most powerless also gave us such power. We could make them turn away. We could bother them and challenge them and mess them up. You think people are afraid of two boys in love? To hell with that. What people are really afraid of is two boys screwing.

Just as a person, by virtue of his race alone, can be considered racist without having a racist bone in his body, someone can also, by virtue of his gender, be considered sexist. The leftist march toward dehumanization transcends the multiple categories of victimhood.

Olmsted inquired of the man if he found it "disagreeable" to whip the slaves. "I think nothing of it," he drawled in response. "Why, sir, I wouldn't mind killing a nigger more than I would a dog."5

purity of blood" statutes introduced in the city of Toledo in 1449. The intent of these statutes was to separate "Old Christians" from "New Christians" (i.e., converted Jews), who were rendered ineligible for public office.

I'd tried to straighten him out, but there's only so much you can do for a person who thinks Auschwitz is a brand of beer.

Kools and Newports were for black people and lower-class whites. Camels were for procrastinators, those who wrote bad poetry, and those who put off writing bad poetry. Merits were for sex addicts, Salems were for alcoholics, and Mores were for people who considered themselves to be outrageous but really weren't.

I giggled out loud at his stupidity. If anyone knew how to make a bed, it was a faggot.

He has a passport, my classmates would whisper. Quick, let's run before he judges us!

My first boyfriend was black as well, but that doesn't prove I'm color-blind, just that I like big butts.

My hands tend to be full enough dealing with people who hate me for _who_ I am. Concentrate too hard on the millions who hate you for _what_ you are and you're likely to turn into one of those unkempt, sloppy dressers who sag beneath the weight of the two hundred political buttons they wear pinned to their coats and knapsacks. I haven't got the slightest idea of how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out.

It's always so satisfying when you can twist someone's hatred into guilt--make her realize that she was wrong, too quick to judge, too unwilling to look beyond her own petty concerns.

Perhaps the little Negro girl was holding a concealed razor blade. Maybe she was one of the troublemakers out for a fresh white scalp.

The thing to remeber is that more than anything in this world, these colored people wish they were white.

The woman spoke with a heavy western North Carolina accent, which I used to discredit her authority. Here was a person for whom the word 'pen' had two syllables. He people undoubtedly drank from clay jugs and hollered for Paw when the vittles were ready-- so who was she to advise me on anything?

Some people, I thought, opening the wet wipes so I could wash the tumor off my hands before I touched my wallet.

The part of my plan that made old people uncomfortable, that exposed them for the bigots they were—and on a Sunday!—still appealed to me.

there's only so much you can do for a person who thinks Auschwitz is a brand of beer.

Exceptions were made for Friday episodes of One Life to Live, and, occasionally, for Oprah, who was one of the few black people Helen had any regard for. Perhaps in the past she had been more open-minded, but getting mugged in the foyer of our building convinced her that they were all crooks and sex maniacs. "Even the light-skinned ones.