I have spent most of my life indifferent to the prejudice in the world, as I hoped humans would out grow it. I remember listening to my parents complain about one race or another and did not like it, but there was little I could change about them. I tried but they just told me I had no idea about the way things were. I knew I was adopted, but never knew who my real parents were and my mother and step father would never tell me. So I continued through life clueless and accepted people for whom they are and not the color of their skin or the way they believed. Later in life I found more about my real parents, it seems my adopted parents chose to ignore my blood line if they knew. Perhaps they thought my blood line did not matter so much. The problem is I am seeing more hatred in the world today than I did in the 50′s and 60′s. That or I chose to keep my head buried in the sand; again I was pretty much clueless. I still have hope that people will change, but it seems they do not. The issue that keeps coming up about illegal aliens, and I am told my stand is prejudice. I suppose I don’t understand how people make up their own truth and ignore my true thoughts. I don’t care where people come from, what they believe, the color of their skin, or their politics, I think if they want to live here, do it legally. If the first act they make is to break the law, the rest of their life seems in question. I don’t like the president’s political stand; I think he is far too liberal to the point of a socialist, as is most of the congress in this day and age. I understand change; if anything is constant it is change. History teaches me that the type of change we are headed for is disaster. I still have hope that the world will lose its hatred based on stupidity, but I am not going to hold my breath.