Prejudice is alive and well. It thrives in a society that is sophisticated in marketing, game playing, and subtle negative (and obvious harsh) reinforcement. We need to take stock of cultural standards, revise and relearn new ways to be more respectful, empathic, and inclusionary. Yes, we have made improvements, but these are not enough.
On a trip early during the early years of their marriage, my parents drove to the southern states. My father sported the look of an Elvis want-a-be, white handsome and hip. My mother turned heads with her latest poodle perm, exceptionally dark tan, striking huge brown eyes, beautiful smile, and hourglass figure. They stopped at a diner, took a seat, and waited to be served. Patiently they waited and waited, while the staff whispered staring at them. Twenty minutes later, the waitress walked over to them and announced they would have to leave. There was a restaurant down the street that could serve them.