My father was a bigot. He wasn’t especially passionate or outspoken about it. In his mind, blacks were simply inferior to whites. This was for him a fact of the natural order. Dogs hate cats. Leaves change colors in the fall. Whites inhabit a higher social order than blacks befitting whites’ presumed superior intellect and character.
|Fernand Khnopff’s “My Heart Cries for the Past”|
|Edith Vonnegut’s “Hot”|