the twelve tribes
|Subject:||the twelve tribes|
|Keyword:||fail to suck|
|Organization:||Fraternity of Avian Deists|
Once I had a friend who was a scientist.
A scientist with faith.
Faith, when taken to mean "unjustifiable
belief", is always a bit of a problem to
deal with if one disagrees.
Still, friends are nice to have. And so
mostly I just don't talk about whatever.
But a scientist with faith is a bit more
problematic. After all, science for the
most part takes the opposite approach to
faith--although, admittedly, some people
seem to have too much faith in science.
This particular friend's faith was a bit
of a problem, though. It seemed that by
simply knowing one small fact about what
group someone belonged to, she therefore
knew all kinds of facts about the person
involved--facts both good and bad.
What do you do with a racist? I know it
is rarely good to try to change someone;
is it never good? Yet I cannot help but
try it with racists. I cannot just give
up on them, I feel. But my morals won't
stand doing nothing. "This is where the
But I've never changed a racist, and the
outcome is always the same; in the end I
have one fewer friends. And I know that
it will end the same with her. You see,
although I used the past tense before, I
haven't quite broken this one off yet.
Partly this is because hers is much less
blatant than most racism; partly because
it leads her to expect both good and bad
things, and is thus less offensive.
She claims she understands that I desire
to change her, though. She says that it
is "just like a Leo."
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