"Whenever I hear someone express hatred for any race, I wonder what it is in themselves they hate so much. One cannot express hatred for others unless he makes use of the hatred within himself. To hate is to be enslaved by evil."
My boyhood mentor and best friend, the old black man called Jaybird, had a wry sense of humor, the kind that derives from worldly wisdom and keen insight into human nature. In a joking but serious way, he often pointed out that no racial friction would exist in this country if folks of different color didn’t resort to prejudice, bigotry, and hatred, but learned to laugh at each other’s frailties, foibles and follies.
