[rancur]

prejudice like this is, I feel, a little easier to filter, because it's so obvious and in your face. Much more dangerous is the subtle, nonchalant shrug of the shoulders at the suffering of other members of humanity; the faces with muscles evading the responsibility of a shape; the halfhearted passion that exposes you to a toxic awareness of the pointlessness of their own life-- where only a bit of interest remains, shrouded behind friendliness, in smoothing over yours.

the more of them I meet, the more I understand why my mother made the sacrifices she made to put me in a good environment, push me into a good college, etc. I owe her so much.