“Two wrongs don’t make a right.”
“Don’t cry over spilt milk.”
“A watched pot never boils.”
“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.”
“A stitch in time saves nine.”
“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”
AND
“Some of my best friends …”
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I grew up with these sayings, all of them except the last one.
These commonplaces are not indicators of stupidity or poverty of thought. There is much wisdom in them. Many of them were used by my mother.
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What about some of my best friends …?
First of all, it’s not an adage. It’s a cliché.
In the online Urban Dictionary, some of my best friends are … is defined as follows:
Something prejudiced people say when they’re called out on their prejudice. Smacks of tokenism and hypocrisy.
Person A: You can’t trust those goddamn crackers.
Person B: Don’t be prejudiced against white people.
Person A: Don’t get me wrong, some of my best friends are crackers.
It’s an oft ridiculed line, perhaps justly so.
But I would be inclined to take — at least in my own case (from which I would be inclined to generalize) — a contrarian view.
I would not be inclined to trot out the phrase. But, like the adages I quoted above, the phrase seems to contain some truth in it as a reflection of the actual experience of many people.
Which is to say.
Everyone has prejudices; no one is perfect. One can still hold — buried within oneself — prejudices toward certain racial, ethnic, or religious groups. Anyone who is honest about human nature will admit that they are hard to overcome.
It is true in my case, though people would not call me prejudiced or racist.
What I have found is that if one is honest about self-examination and introspective, one can find prejudices that one harbors. That’s where one might find oneself having a “some of my best friends” experience, though, in my case, I would be embarrassed to use the term; not inclined to do so for fear of being ridiculed.
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You may have limited experience of certain religious or ethnic groups. I did. I grew up in New England. Practically everyone was Christian, Protestant or Catholic; there was one black student, as I recall, in my high school; I had one Jewish friend (not a close friend); and I probably did not even know what the term Hispanic meant, having never met as I recall someone whose ethnicity was so designated.
I live in New York City now. I went to a liberal college with a majority of Jewish students. I have experienced ethnic diversity in the workplace and my adopted city.
Still, I harbor prejudices. And, my experience of some religious and ethnic groups has been limited.
But then you or I meet someone from one of these groups and the two of you have immediate rapport. The buried prejudices, old thoughts that you never quite dealt with, don’t matter. Experience for the moment has trumped old animosities, fears, resentments buried within you and directed toward an amorphous group, not toward individuals.
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A final thought. It doesn’t involve friendships, but it seems pertinent.
I love the ethnic diversity of New York City: the mixture of races and creeds and of the native and foreign born.
I often experience positive interactions with strangers. I can’t get over how helpful and nice people are in this big, supposedly impersonal city, where everyone is supposed to have little time for one another.
I try to — and in fact do — respond in kind.
These positive experiences — most often with people who are not of the same race, class, religious or national origins, and so forth — are incredibly edifying. And, what’s most significant, from the point of view of this post, is that they trump any need to address prejudice issues on an abstract level.
Abstractions become irrelevant. It’s the personal interaction in the here and now that matters, and one experiences a wonderful feeling of common humanity.
A dimension of actual lived experience I love. Because, as William Blake said: “He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars. General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer. …”
Translation (or should I say extrapolation): You will never be able to overcome prejudice in the abstract; you will — society will, can — on the individual and personal level.
— Roger W. Smith
May 2018
