God’s gift-wrapping on humans should never trigger bigotry

God’s gift-wrapping on humans should never trigger bigotry

I’ve had it. Another basketball owner has come out and said he was a bigot. I would like to address all the bigots in the world: whites who hate blacks; whites and blacks who hate Hispanics; whites, blacks and Hispanics who hate Asians.

Now as a bigot, you are involved in a major catastrophe. You are rushed to the nearest hospital. In the emergency room, they triage you and determine that you need an operation. But you have to wait because there are more people that are worse than you. So you wait and wait. Hours later, you are wheeled into the operating room. But just before the anesthesiologist can put you under, someone comes in and says they ran out of your blood type. Now someone in this room (who you know is one of them) says “I have their blood type.”

What do you do? Do you accept that blood, or do you look at the operating surgeon and say I would rather die than take their blood? (Stop reading for a moment and think about it.)

Done thinking? To the ones who said they would rather die, you have no conscience, you have no soul; you might in my opinion die because you are dead anyway. You’re a zombie.

Now I would like to say to those who hate that person but are willing to take their blood, you have a very good chance to turn your life around. If you can see that if that person has the same blood as you, then they must have a heart. That means they also have lungs, a liver, eyes — everything that you could take if you needed it. You know what makes them a human being. The only difference is God gift-wrapped them differently than you.

Now try to tell me that they do this or they do that. Guess what? That’s no different from Italians doing things differently from the Swedish, or Germans doing things differently from the Canadians. I hope you can get the idea.

You as a bigot can stop this hatred by seeing others as human beings and accepting that all people have different traditions, folklore and rituals.

Anthony French, Austintown