Normally when we think of discrimination we think of those who treat someone of a different race unfairly. We picture a person characterizing another based on his or her skin color rather than their character. We go back to Jim Crow laws where states, by law, forced a restaurant to put in a 7-foot wall and two doors with blacks on one side and whites on the other or made it unlawful for a black person and a white person to play billiards together. These unjust laws were rampant at one time and some of the sentiment of those days carries into the minds of either race, holding both hostage.
However, this is not the type of discrimination of which I am talking. That type has tainted the word ‘discriminate’. It has made it into an evil, wicked word when, it fact, discrimination is something we do each day. Every day I wake up and go to my kitchen. I choose eggs or pancakes. I decide between oatmeal and cereal. I even decide which kind of oatmeal or cereal I want. I discriminate between them. I realize they are each different and I decide which I desire that day because of that difference.