- I am m not a racist
- I was born and raised into a mildly racist society, where your city of origin matters a lot in your daily life
- I must possess a certain capacity to resist the influence of racist ideology surrounding me during my upbringing
- If I were born into an extremely overpowering or convincing racist society, potent beyond my capacity to resist, I would have succumbed to racism
- Under a plausible set of circumstances, it is possible that I would have ended up with radically different beliefs
- Those beliefs would still be wrong for me to hold in principle - regardless of the justification for how I ended up having them
- But even though I would be wrong, I would still think that I am right, perhaps with the same conviction that I hold today for my current 'right' beliefs
- Under a plausible set of circumstances, someone like me could end up with wrong beliefs and not have a way to tell that they are wrong
- By reflection, it is possible that I today hold wrong beliefs just because I happen to have been subjected to a particularly bad set of circumstances
- In that case things would still look clearly black and white from my perspective, and I won't have a way to tell that I am wrong
Therefore
Therefore
Therefore
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And this is the answer to your question as to why I keep reading books for people whom I don't respect.
It is also the answer to your question as to why, once in a while, I tune the radio to some weird radical talk show or another.
This is the answer to why I read Mein Kampf, The Communist Manifesto, and why I'd love to get my hands on the Al Qaeda Manual.
And it is also the answer to why I keep moving around - From city to city, from world to world.
I have to keep shaking my surrounding circumstances, challenging my own ground truths. Only then can I know right from wrong: as I shake and shake myself, what beliefs stick are right, not right BECAUSE OF circumstances, but right IN SPITE OF circumstances. Universally right, therefore truly right. All false beliefs fall off :)
The more I travel, the more I expose myself to different people and different cultures and cities and languages and books and lectures and mindsets and lifestyles, the more confident I grow about whatever beliefs I remain faithful to…. such is my journey, not from world to world, but from truth to truth.
And it works - Over time I rid myself of so many sticky wrongs. Whenever that happens, it feels so liberating, so wonderful.
So when was the last time you disabused yourself??
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