I don’t like frog legs. I won’t eat frog legs. I find frog legs totally disgusting. But the truth is, I’ve never given frog legs a chance.
I am so terribly offended with the idea of eating a slimy green wart-maker’s legs, that I just can’t put those lily pad jumpers in my mouth. (O, once or twice I have forced a nibble, but I think my taste buds were petrified. Anyway, I already knew I didn’t like it.)
The taste somehow doesn’t seem very important to me. Frog legs may taste like chicken, but I can’t taste the chicken for the toad.
I just don’t like frog legs! Okay. And I don’t like being pressured to give them a sincere try. I don’t like them because I don’t want to like them.
I guess I might be a little prejudiced. (“A little prejudiced!” you say.) Well, okay. I admit it. When you talk about eating toad toes, I’m jumping to conclusions. I’m like the guy who said: “I’ve got my mind made up, don’t confuse me with the facts.” When it comes to eating croaker crutches, I’m the guy who is so narrow minded that he can see through a key hole with both eyes at the same time.
Do you see my problem? I am so offended by frogs (I don’t even like tadpoles) that I refuse to give frog meat an honest try. I don’t know why I am so prejudiced against frog legs. However, if I thought my not eating frog legs was hurting people, I would make myself change. Prejudice is strong, but I could overcome it if I really wanted to.
In reality, however, people are just people. There is not “an us and a them.” There is just “a me and a you.” And you and I can get along if we get to know each other as individual people instead of as human categories.
We can disagree with people’s attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors, but their skin color? How can we disagree with someone’s complexion? “Red and yellow, black and white; they are precious in His sight.” Anything that obscures that fact is no laughing matter.