It’s interesting to note what sort of prejudices people dispose of in need or acquire in leisure. My father pointed out that a lifeboat at sea was no place to decide that your distaste for emergency rations would stop you from partaking of them and surviving. There’s a certain felicity in being open to change – You continued to live.
People refuse help based on opinions about class, race, ethnicity, religion or education . A smart snap judgment is to abandon those things. But people don’t. Inflexible prejudice and survival do not a pair make.
My dad was not an anthropologist, but he understood something that is a foundation of the discipline: all our “Culture” is created. It’s those fervid evolved monkey brains spinning out fantasy after fantasy.
And as my dad pointed out, when you are in a lifeboat, you can’t keep those sort of fantasies and survive.
Is everyone at the oars?