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is a fine man in almost every respect, loyal to his family, loving, helpful, and more. He fought in World War II in the Pacific for thirty years and, thereafter, harbored a hatred for Japanese people. He would not buy anything made in Japan and, if anything pertaining to the Japanese came up in conversation, he would mutter about the "dirty Japs." He was NOT prejudiced against any other category of people or, at least, never revealed any such prejudice. He was simply scarred by the recollection of his comrades-in-arms being killed by bullets from low-flying Japanese airplanes. He finally got over his hatred of Japanese people, but not until perhaps forty years after the end of the war.
I tell this story for one purpose only. Prejudice is a complex issue. It is easy for me, as a person who has never experienced repeated adverse experiences with a single ethnic or racial group, to pat myself on the back for not being prejudiced. It is far more difficult for a person who grows up in a neighborhood where there are two principle groups of people (pick any two ethnic groups you like) and who has had problematic encounters with the "other" group on a daily basis for years. People who can emerge from that kind of situation without being prejudiced are the ones that most deserve credit, not those of us who have never had to deal with persistence conflicts between two groups.
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