I don’t care about history, I make up my own.
I don’t have to reconcile my actions with somebody else’s long ago story.
I lead my own life. I don’t let my tribe nor clan ancestors nor yours lead my life according to their long dead prejudices.
Their prejudices die with them. They’re not supposed to be resurrected by you to take from everybody else what you don’t deserve.
It’s your prejudice and you can have it if you want to, but don’t parade it in front of me and tell me if I don’t like it I don’t have to watch.
Creating prejudice for certain eyes only is the beginning of enslavement.