This week had another rash of bigotry. A young man in the older drop-in challenged me when I talked about us being Northern Irish. He objected to the word 'Irish' in it, and wanted to be called either English, or Ulsterish. A short geography lesson occured, which was mostly ignored, and then other stuff that was soo stupid, I cannot justify blogging it.
I begin to wonder why I do not share these views. Was it my up-bringing? I wouldn't say my Mum and Dad were anything close to biggots. For people growing up in mid Armagh in the times, they seem to my memory to be darn right tollerant. I remember my Dad being really cross at the whole Drumcree march, not wanting it to go down Grvaghy Road. And the only thing my Mum ever said was 'Don't get a Catholic pregnant', (advice I still hold to), which was more to do with a split in a family she knew at the time, than her socio-political views, or my philandering at that, or any time.
It my tolerance more due to my faith? Well, there is a lot of bigity in a lot of congregations on both ends. One of the most notorious Loyalists of the '90s was a pastor.
I really don't know. What I dod know is that I try to find out. I look at the questions,and the answers and try to know something that resembles truth. I do not demonise people (that much), because then you are saying I cannot be like that, I cannot understand how a monster thinks, therefore I don't have to, and I can distance myself.
I wish I knew how to open the minds of some of our young people, not to create little post-modern unionist clones of my political thinking, but to get them to think about what they believe, and grow from that.