:::Quote: "I detest bigotry." ::: Mmm.. I did not write, let alone claim, the statement, but am willing to test it's veracity. ::: Setting up the scenario:- Parents, white anglo-saxon, protestant, middle-middle-class. The challenges: Challenge 1: An 18 year old daughter comes home and announces to her father that she just got engaged to marry a North African - Muslim. She is of legal age to marry anyone she chooses. Just so happens she is (your) 18 year old daughter. What might father's reaction be, in this circumstance? ::: Challenge 2: A single 20 year old daughter comes home and announces to her parents that she is pregnant. The father of the baby she is carrying is African-American, Southern Baptist, employed on commission, at the local electronics store - Future Shop. The 20 year old daughter plans on keeping the baby after it is born. She will not be able to hold onto her minimum paying job at the local hamburger joint once she is in the her third trimester of pregnancy. She is not married to the father of the baby. ::: Not a great future, it would appear. Our twenty year old is of the age of majority, as is her partner. What might the parents' reaction be? Do they even have a say in whatever decisions the two make regarding the situation? The daughter will without doubt require financial support of her parents, that is clearly a realistic possibility. You are one of the parents in this scenario. ::: As I look towards my 80th decade, should I survive it, it does not escape me that with age I have become more burdened by my prejudices than I ever did when I was in the full bloom of youth when it mattered not a whit what colour of skin, what religious belief held, what socio-economic class, what schools one attended or didn't, not even what gender one was. Like Kipling's cat, all places were the same to me. At least philosophically. Have I grown sour with age? I haven't changed that radically, but I am far more wary now than I was when young. Or perhaps I am just more self- assured, less loosey-goosey in my values, thanks to a lot living and patina of time having turned the copper to a verdant green.