There are many people who have already made up their minds.
Against you. Against your beliefs.
Against your race. Against your caste.
Against your axioms. Against your logic. Against data.
They don’t know you. They have not read your words.
They have not listened to your arguments.
Even though you know this, every instance of prejudice hurts. Every instance of prejudice is depressing.
This makes you alone. Grateful for the slightest warmth from the most remote of places.
How long before you are run down, or before you overcome the prejudice?
