A couple of days ago, I was reminded again how angry some people can be. It doesn’t matter what you say, what you do, or how carefully you treat them. When they are confronted or think they are being questioned, out come the fangs of anger, accusation, and humorless righteousness.
If you think your words of encouragement or soft-handed attempts to push them toward the light are going to be rewarded, don’t be surprised when you pull back your hand and discover that you are missing a few fingers.
I’m sure it won’t be the last I hear from this person, even though there’s no legitimate reason to interact again. But that’s how those with prejudices work – they simmer and get angrier that they can’t spew their anger openly.
As always, I hope it doesn’t make me fail to give the next person a fair chance.