There's an author whose writing I like a lot. It's not just a fun read, there seems to be a lot of societal wisdom in his writing. However, when I went back and read some of his earliest books, right in the middle of his best known novel, there was an extremely bigotted passage which really did nothing to advance the plot. The bigotry in this section related to a category of people to which I belong.
I forgave him--it was 20 years ago, after all. I would like to think he has matured some since then.
So today I read a blog of his. To be truthful, I read a reaction to his comments first, and then tracked down what he had written. I found it extremely insulting, not to my group (the group I felt he had attacked in his first book) but to a different category of people.
I'm feeling less than forgiving at the moment. But I also have to examine my own motives. Is my indignation greater because this blog was written now rather than in the fairly far past? Or is it my own prejudice which leads me to defend the (weak) others more vehemently than I defend my own (strong) group? Or is it because once twice bigoted shows a trend, where once doesn't.
I don't know. But I don't think I'll be reading any Orson Scott Card books for a while.