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I'm not prejudiced. I hate everyone.

The Times yesterday continued exploring the Eagleton/Amis spat. It focussed on comments made by Eagleton in Cheltenham that whilst his grandfather was a terrible out and out racist, his father less so, and now he gets the odd racist 'twinge'. No doubt it will have Eagleton rubbing his hands in glee, singing 'I told you so, didn't I say he was a racist!' But, whilst I have a lot of respect for Eagleton, he needs to perform his own thinking on his own... well, thinking. You see, Eagleton has, by branding Amis a racist in the vein of a BNP thug, fallen into that thuggish black and white thinking, pardon the pun. Actually, the pun is more than apt in this case. Eagleton needs to remember that he is from a deeply dialectical school of thought - in that you take note of one side, then the other, then everything in between in order to reach a new conclusion, or at least a more enlightened one. I have to say that Amis' comments are incredibly refreshing because they're so realistic of the human condition. Of course we all have prejudices. Of course we all have isms. Who doesn't? It must be in our nature to generalise and stereotype, no? Our duty, he says, is not to act out on them. See these odd 'twinges' for what they are. Take me, for example, I have, sometimes, a strong streak of misandry. Yet I am not labelled by anyone who knows me as a 'man-hater'. Interestingly enough, if you don't know what misandry means then it illustrates perfectly a point I like to make to anyone who listens. It doesn't crop up in many dictionaries. Yet misogyny does! Yet, when I fall into bouts of misandry, I tell myself not to demonise, and try and see it for what it is - falling into that pit marked 'all men are b'stards'. Just another generalisation. I hope.

Anyone who claims not to have any prejudices needs to return to that most helpful of maxims: Know Thyself.

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