Eh, don't feel bad. One of these days, when I'm out of college and old enough to be taken seriously in my own right by my parents—or at least, my mom; I don't think my dad will be alive by then—I think I'll have to tell them exactly how I feel about a lot of their views.
As for me, I grew up in a... laxly Catholic, but extremely socially conservative environment. I grew up hearing things like "all the... [African Americans]
just steal things and shoot people; you don't see white people doing that!" and "poor people are lazy trash!" and "the simplest solution to the prisons is to shoot everyone in them. No exceptions."
It was, in hindsight, quite terrible to hear my parents (and my grandparents) talk about how "bring them [African Americans] over [as slaves] was the worst mistake this country ever made!" My father's mom, a Mexican immigrant, is somewhat more generous, having more experience with actual poverty, though she still disapproves heavily of things like welfare and is still oxymoronically racist against black Americans despite being a Mexican-American herself and thus discriminated against, as well.
I always hated that, the racism. If nothing else, it's going to be the singular thing I tell my parents off for until the day they (or I, whichever comes first) die.
I had a brief flirtation with fundamentalism, specifically of a Catholic variety. That lasted perhaps up until the 6th Grade (mid-late elementary school, or about 10-11 years old), when I began to question the ideas presented in Catholicism and ended up dropping the idea entirely in favor of agnostic theism. I never quite let go of the idea of a god, but my views are so far detached from Catholicism today that it would be quite dishonest to claim any real connection to the faith.
I also remember growing up as quite the homophobic little fucker, and I grew up around quite a bit of anti-homosexual drivel. I've gotten to the point where I've dispelled most thoughts like that, and as of recently I'm trying to improve further, having found that I'm still kind of bad about it.
I think, all things considered, that it's fair to say that my home life wasn't conducive to good moral principles. I still hold some latent ideas about crime and (capital) punishment from my parents, though, as one can see, I manage to be far less extreme about it than they were. From the reactions of people here (and elsewhere...), I am apparently still quite the extremist about it, though. I guess I've just never questioned it. Nobody ever explained, really, how I could be wrong (or, possibly, right). Perhaps someone will, eventually.
I do know that my parents gave me a subtle but distinct disdain for unions, as well, due to their background. My patriotism also comes primarily from my dad, who, as a first generation immigrant (he and his mom came to the US at the same time), is particularly loving of his country. I have slightly more substance behind my views (he's kind of a flag-waver), but...
And there's my droning editorial for the day.
TL;DR: I came from a bigoted fundie background, I have marginally improved since then, and I'm still working on it.
edited 16th Dec '11 5:49:05 PM by USAF713