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TOLERANCE
This lawyer wanted my friend to make a generalization about two groups of people rather than allow her to judge the case by the individuals concerned.
TOLERANCE
One cannot, in fact, be a devout Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu or Buddhist and still wish to do harm to those who believe differently (or choose not to believe at all).
TOLERANCE
I gained some of the most valuable lessons of my life. I learned that people are decent. They are friendly. They care about others and without prompting will do what they can to help. They do not natively discriminate because of race, color, religion, age, sex or any of the other myriad ways currently touted.
TOLERANCE
I believe that the Masterpiece opinion will make such bodies more aware of the need to produce decisions, however they rule, that are respectful to the rights of both sides and provide at least some hope for reconciliation.
TOLERANCE
When my brother and I were kids, we were driving in the car with my dad one day and “Me and Bobby McGee” by Janis Joplin came on the radio. My very unserious dad got a little serious and said, “Listen to these words.” We listened. He waited. Then he said, “Right…here…did you hear that? She said harpoon and red bandana.”
TOLERANCE
Its controversial and high-profile members are in the news almost daily, their alleged transgressions the subject of public scorn and debate, while its devotees are infamous for their cultish adherence to bizarre rituals.
TOLERANCE
I have discovered through the school of hard knocks that the louder the false accuser the bigger their crime.
TOLERANCE
Like these words from the late Nelson Mandela: “We can change the world and make it a better place. It is in your hands to make a difference.”
TOLERANCE
An African-American man put this to the test recently when he joined a white supremacist group. After the initial cold shoulder (and worse) he broke the ice simply by being in communication with the group members.
TOLERANCE
I am a food bigot. This was brought to my attention by my wife some years ago when she first served me eggplant. “I hate eggplant,” I said. “I thought you knew that. Any kind of eggplant.” “You,” she declared, “are a food bigot.”