Throughout human history there is there was an element of untouchability that we applied to our fellow human beings, the belief that certain people were beneath others the fact their mere touch would be polluting. Such a system existed in India through caste, in japan as Burakumin, and often was culturally socially and religiously enforced. While this system was wrong, that is not to say untouchables do not exist. The true untouchable is not born as such, nor made to be. The true untouchable pollutes not with his body but with his mind his surroundings, he who chooses to divide our beautiful humanity, defiles the ideologies of unity to ones of division. The true untouchable is a product of choice, for he who is the one who chooses to hate.
Strangeness should be greeted with curiosity and attempts at understanding, not instant hatred and condemnation, this is what separates fools from scholars, societies that will progress and societies that will become relegated to history books.
The saddest thing of this life, is that for many its real meaning, its true purpose is only understood in the end. Perhaps that is the curse of being human, to finally be able appreciate life when there is not much left to live.
The issue in the states of regarding the hatred towards the trans gendered, is not about the leftist versus rightist. Its an issue about common human decency. To say that its a new concept in of itself would be wrong and unjust for they have existed throughout history, but it is a new concept to me, to my understanding that it is and I do not know much about it, let alone understand in the same way who is trans-gendered would. It’s fine that I don’t understand, I may never will. What is not right is to expect an another human being who as much a right to exist and desire to exist as I, to conform, to conform only to bring comfort to my own ignorance. That is something I do understand.