Am I Prejudiced?
New York City, my home, is a great place for people to recognize and to confront their prejudices. I’ve never considered myself a prejudiced person, particularly after having had the mind-opening experiences of serving a mission in Ecuador, studying abroad in London, and living in New York City. But I have come to recognize some disturbing generalizations that I have begun to make, and some unsettling feelings that I’ve had concerning a broad group of people.
My struggle is that I don’t see outrage in the Muslim community at the heinous acts that are purportedly blessed or inspired by religious authority, and am beginning to wonder if these acts are indeed sanctioned by more than just the extremists—a breathtakingly dramatic and dangerous leap to make. Is outrage seething within the Muslim community at the beheading of civilians on television, at the use of young women as suicide bombers, and at the shooting of children in the guise of religious authority? I don’t know. But not having seen a concerted effort by members of the Muslim faith to denounce both the acts and the declarations that accompany the acts, I fear that my open-mindedness and tolerance may be wavering. What an ugly realization this has been for me to make.
Hopefully there is a silent majority in the Muslim community that is as disgusted with these acts--and the obscene use of religious authority to condone these acts--as I am, thus making me a naïve whelp and an absolute pig for allowing some of this negativity in my person.