Odd you said that. My late father had not a lick of prejudice in his bones. I grew up not having any fear of any color or ethnic group. I am thankful for this, because I also don't favor any group, even my own, Shanty Irish. However my Dad hated Arabs. A-rabs he called them even when corrected. I never knew why, he didn't say as he died when I was 17. However I am now beginning to get his drift.
She would tell me why they wear robes instead of pants: she would see one walking across the street, stop, squat in the street, and continue on leaving a pile of feces where he had been