Every one of us has a story to
tell. It's taken a lifetime to write, and has more characters, plot lines, and
twists than any other book written. Our stories are complex, and when someone
asks us to tell it, we often don't even know where to start.
So why is that, when we see
someone with a certain style of clothes, or type of car, even address?? And why
do some fear or shun those that aren't different on the outside, but on the
inside? We think we can sum their story up into one tidy statement?
They're
poor. She's trashy. He's a scary psycho.
If there is one thing I know
about it is stigma and judgment. Flat out discrimination. Not because I do it.
But I've been burned by its cruelty far too many times. And I have seen it happen
for years on almost a daily basis to others for petty things like just the way
someone is dressed.
