The Tipping Point

There is a time, a moment, when the tide, after pounding the shore, is at its point of change, and begins to ebb. There’s second when, as you push something heavy like a car stalled by the roadside, you feel it start to move and then to roll, and you find you can keep it rolling by just leaning against it and walking. These are all tipping points. Something difficult gives and becomes easy.

So where are the human tipping points? What is the moment when ignorance becomes open-ness, when bigotry