Yeah, that's right. They called me a bigot! And it pissed me off. But before I flew off the handle, I looked up the word, just to be sure I was getting mad for the right reasons. You see, I don't have much practice in being a bigot. It only happens every 4th year.
According to the Oxford English Dictionary…
ˈbiɡət/ noun A person who is intolerant towards those holding different opinions
Half a mo'! Now, what does tolerant mean?
ˈtäl(ə)rənt/ adjectiave showing willingness to allow the existence of opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree with
Therefore, a bigot would be properly defined as “a person who is not wiling to allow others to hold different beliefs or opinions.” Something along those lines
But isn't that the very definition of a liberal? Yesterday, The Vulture printed an article quoting actor/musician, Michael Shannon, as saying, “There’s a lot of old people who need to realize they’ve had a nice life, and it’s time for them to move on because they’re the ones who go out and vote for these assholes...if you’re voting for Trump, it’s time for the urn.”
Excuse me, but who the Hell is the bigot!?! He's wishing me and you dead, folks. Our vote for Trump deserves the Death Penalty, according to Mr. Shannon. We need to start walkin' that Green Mile.
After the election, I was in for a Hell of a shock. My online explosion of relief, joy and patriotism at the election of President Trump fomented a backlash of vituperation. Facebook friends and strangers alike informed me that I was full of hate. And not just hateful, but phobic!
Then, suddenly, I remembered a famous scene from the controversial 1947 movie, Gentlemen's Agreement. It stars Gregory Peck as a Gentile magazine writer assigned to write about anti-Semitism in post-WWII America. He struggles to find the right angle for the article. Then...it hits him! He'll let it leak out that he's actually Jewish and write about the anti-Semitism from personal experience. (And with my maiden name, I can't be anti-Semitic. I might have to hate myself! It's a joke.)
One of his first tastes of anti-Semitism comes at a nightclub as he and the gorgeous Celeste Holm sip cocktails and share life stories. A co-worker subtly betrays anti-Semitism towards Peck. Celeste is quick to call him on it.
"Don't get me wrong," he protests, "some of my best friends are..." [Jewish].
"I know, dear," Celeste interrupts, "and some of your other best friends are Methodists, but you never bother to say it." (See video below: 41:20-41:30)
Fascinating logic. But I'm gonna say it anyways.
I don't hate anybody, of any color, gender, nationality, race, religion, orientation, etc. ad nauseum. You name it, I don't hate it.
I love America as the Founding Fathers designed her more than life itself. And she's worth working, fighting and sacrificing. Here's my take on the election, President Trump and America, "a shining city on a hill."