He never saw me coming and he didn't know what hit him, but he adored me from the first time he held me. He was one of the best assets I've ever had: he taught me that men should treat me with respect (at the very least) simply by the way he treated me. A lot of little girls from my socio-eco and family backgrounds don't have that, so I consider myself lucky, even if he never changed any of his prejudices.
Family and loyalties are tricky things. And so are prejudices. My mom is rabidly Zionist and is scared to death of Sharia Law taking over, but she would bend over backwards to help a Muslim family in need if they crossed her path and she had the means to do it.