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What changed your misconceptions (racism, ohhhism, homophobia, etc.)

What changed your misconceptions (racism, ohhhism, homophobia, etc.)

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  1. While I didnt had any, the easiest way to not have these pitfalls is to think about that they are people who are almost exactly the same and have the same hardships in life with literally 1 “noticeble” trait different from you and thats that.

    So in one word empathy, and relate to them. It might be hard but think in their shoes for a minute or two instead of thinking bad standards.

  2. Went to an all boys school, thought gay people were weird and I used homophobic slurs all the time, along with everybody else.

    When I got older, I started to realise that I shouldn’t give a flying fuck about someone else’s sexuality, it’s their life, and I’ve since met many gay people, they aren’t weird.

  3. Used to work for psychology research labs, (both of which were studying topics related to prejudices), so that helped me throw away a bunch of misconceptions.

    It’s interesting to know that forming prejudices is such an automatic process that everyone engages in, without knowing, so those who are less prejudiced, are just self-aware of their judging process, thereby able to stop it.

    I’ve also studied abroad, lived in multiple countries, and, immersed myself into the other cultures, by mingling with people from various backgrounds.

    Not that I used to be close-minded before, but having gone through all those experiences has definitely helped me be more aware.

  4. “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” – Mark Twain

  5. Growing up with two black people in a country where 99,99% was white at the time.

    Both identical twins.

    One grows up to become the stereotypical immigrant rapper/trouble-maker.

    Other one speaks my native language better than me, has a longer education and, is basically more from my native country than I am 😛

  6. I didn’t on all of them.

    Like for eg, multiculturalism isn’t great imo. Why would I want regular islamic terrorist attacks in my country?

    I just don’t undestand how people can see countries like france going through beheadings and think ‘yeah, this is good, this is working out’

    I get called racist and all names under the sun for thinking this way. I feel like I’m going mad. Muslims keep causing terorism, especially in countries like the uk and france and people have just accepted it? And keep letting more in. It’s driving me crazy.

    Imo, immigration from third world countries are making first world countries less safe.

    France has had so many islamic terrorist attacks, I think people have forgotten a lot of them. Like there was an incident a few years ago (2016) when a muslim man stabbed some women for ‘showing skin’ around his family. I think it was at a holiday camp.

    And people think muslims are peaceful people?

    I don’t want people from the third world in my country because of things like this. I honestly feel like Im going mad, I’m seeing all these problems emerge from it and we stil think it’s a good idea to let millions more muslims in. People still act like youre some horrible racist for not wanting muslims to come here and kill us.

    So I’m against it. I don’t care if that makes me racist anymore. I’ve had enough.

  7. Short answer: I can’t remember how and when I learned my ideals. The only thing I can think of that may have given me the foundation of my idea of right and wrong is television, especially cartoons and Sesame Street. I was usually in from of tv and I especially loved superhero shows–maybe that’s where most of my sense of justice came from.

    Long answer:

    As a kid, I used to have heteronormative thinking coz of how adults talked about gay men and women and how the media depicted them. I thought homosexuals were different and that heterosexuals were normal even though I did not have any dislike for “them”. I learned much later in life that that’s what’s called heteronormativity and it’s not actually true since sexuality and gender are spectrums–there is no them.

    I did know that homophobic comments were wrong–a highly intelligent chemistry teacher from high school calling my gay classmates abominations was the worst. I hated it when my bigoted teachers would make comments like that but I wasn’t the kind of kid who can handle confrontations calmly–still may not. Maybe I’ve become more vocal against those types of comments after college, when I’ve matured and learned to control my emotions a bit more, though not so much as to deal with bigots every second I’m awake.

    I can say I don’t laugh at gay or trans jokes primarily because politically incorrect stuff and stereotypes just make me think than have a knee jerk reaction laugh. I don’t get most of the references and when I do, I still don’t get what’s funny. Though I guess I laugh a bit when a story makes a tiny bit of reference to a character being a closeted homosexual, but that’s not really considered a gay joke–it’s like if someone called Bruce Wayne some sort of white knight not knowing he’s the dark knight, as well, or someone saw him feeding stray cats and said he likes cats a bit too much, which is a reference to him being in a relationship with Catwoman (these aren’t canon as far as I know but I tried to make an analogy that has nothing to do with sex and gender).

    On sexism, it’s the same. I grew up in a household of 6 people of equal number of sexes. Cooking and cleaning were done by either half, though understandably, the boys do more heavylifting and yardwork. Whenever there’s an occasion, I couldn’t understand why the men go straight to the backyard to simply watch the cooking back there and drink beer while the women were expected to help out with preparation and cleaning duties. In my family, we don’t do that but some guests do. The female guests would go straight into the kitchen despite my mom telling them they didn’t need to do anything while the men just sit and drink. Also, sexist jokes made me uncomfortable for as long as I can remember. I even found it strange that only men can become priests while women become nuns. Textbooks also depict men as the doctors, lawyers, firefighters, police and chefs while women are nurses and housewives. It was weird to me and I had a hard time during tests coz I tended to ask the teacher why the tests were like that.

    On racism, I remember my older relatives would call me to go out whenever there are white people at the front gate. An older cousin would say “There’s an American at the gate, go look” in our Filipino language. I did go despite being confused as to what was so amazing about Americans at the gate. The next few times that happened, I asked why I had to go. They’re just humans. I hate humans (coz I’m an introvert). In high school, I learned that those white people were mormons (no idea what they do, maybe spread their religion?) but I still don’t see what the point was of looking at them. Sadly, my classmates treated their fellow Filipinos the opposite of how they seemed to worship white people. They mocked Aetas, an dark-skinned ethnic minority in the Philippines that fled their homes a long time ago to escape Mt. Pinatubo’s eruption and had become nomads all over northern Philippines. The same kind of treatment also happens to Manobos, a brown-skinned ethnic minority who have come to the national capital region for work but never got any education to begin with so they’re stuck on the streets with no one to hire them. Some people have told me they were brought to the cities by smugglers but I can’t find any proof of it online. They’re treated like pests instead of humans. There are more oppressed ethnic groups in the country that are treated the same way and have been ignored by the government over the years, which is how rebel groups that commit terrorism come about–hate begets hate. Here’s a tip: when you meet a fair-skinned Filipino, ask not what they think of other races coz they will only think of those from other countries; ask about what they think of Philippine indigenous minorities.

  8. Well I wouldn’t consider myself a homophobe I just thought the community was weird. My cousin came out as gay at the end of June this year and I have considered myself an ally ever since. I don’t understand it but I know that I shouldn’t be a jerk to people that identify themselves as gay. I want to be nice to everyone regardless of their race, sex, sexual preference or anything.

  9. At a high level: humanizing the issue.

    I wasn’t full out homophobic in high school but it was still a foreign, “icky” concept. Then I discovered my best friend was gay. I loved this guy and still do (just not romantically) – I wasn’t going to just throw him away over that. He was still the same person. So I asked him to give me like an hour to ask all the questions and let me make whatever dumb jokes I had in me. After that it was never really brought up again. It really reframed that topic for me and subsequent ones that followed.

    I think a lot of phobias come largely from a place of ignorance, namely due to lack of exposure. I grew up in a predominantly black community (I’m white) and was fully welcomed. I learned how to play chess from this one kid and his mom was really into biology and didn’t mind talking to me about that. Other moms would feed me all of the time. Racism is just hella stupid to me as a result of that upbringing.

    The metoo movement prompted me to start actually talking about that issue with my lady friends. I initially found it hard to believe that it was such a pervasive issue until I started talking to them and damned near every woman I talked to had multiple stories. It broke my heart to hear people were treating people I really cared about that way. I asked why they never said anything. “It’s just a normal part of life” they often said.

    Just don’t be a dick and hug your grannies, damnit. It’s not hard.

  10. I don’t think I was far out of the misconception limb, like I never espoused anything overtly racist or homophobic. My parents were always overtly in support of equality. Though white, we are from recent immigrants and had some identification with that experience for one. Though I was raised in a subtly racist and homophobic area. However, my misconceptions were essentially in being color or LGBTQ-blind as a kid.

    What changed it? Immersion.

    My little sister came out as Bi. Well came out isn’t exactly correct as she was never in the closet, family and friends were accepting and those that perhaps were not were scared on me…but still, in the broader scheme or hate from strangers, I gained a lot of deeper empathy for LGBTQ+ scenarios.

    Same time, and for five years, I was dating a black gal. We saw it all back then in the 1990s, would get served at places, harassed by cops, physically assaulted and stalked. But it was actually really the rather constant subtle things I experienced with her like getting followed in stores, not being listened to by staff e.g. like at the hospital. Those things were daily.

  11. Before going away to uni, I walked into a computer store to buy a laptop. There was a counter in front and you could see two male employees working away on their tasks at the back. At the counter there was a young women, a couple years older than me. I aproached her, and saud something, like “hi, i’d like to purchase a laptop”.

    I was totally expecting her to call for a male employee to help me choose one from the lineup.

    Well, she instead started asking questions, whether I have a modell/brand in mind and when I said no, she started getting more technical about ssd’s, processors, etc. and I didn’t even understand the questions.

    Long story short, she was very professional and helped me choose a laptop that serves me well to this day. I went on to learn Comouter Engineering, now I understand computers and work really hard to not be prejudiced.
    That was a wake up call.

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