I'll be the odd man (woman) out and say that I am indeed prejudiced. I don't mean to be. And in my heart or hearts I'm not. But, what revealed to me that I am indeed prejudiced was when we were driving on Van Dyke near 7 Mile at night and stopped at a stop light. There was a group of rough looking teens on the corner and they frightened me. Why? Because of stereotypes.
And to answer the odd question of the OP, no, I have never housed an African American, but that is probably because out in the farming community where I grew up, there weren't any. I never had an opportunity to.
Would I? That depends. But my decision would not be based on the color of the skin so much as the person him/herself.
And to answer the odd question of the OP, no, I have never housed an African American, but that is probably because out in the farming community where I grew up, there weren't any. I never had an opportunity to.
Would I? That depends. But my decision would not be based on the color of the skin so much as the person him/herself.