Once upon a time….
I was in a ____ literature course, and a particular day was focused on [fictional books on a controversial topic, one in which I differ in personal opinion from most of the vocal members of the library profession]. We discussed our reflections on the reading choices as a class. Although I cringed at hearing some of the storylines, I would, of course, support the inclusion of these titles in a collection, pending age-/review-/balance-/budget-appropriateness.
My gut was very uncomfortable with this discussion, not only with the vision of some of these books (which were contrary to my own worldview, but I’m used to that), but largely with the fact that most of the library profession seems to think that it is the only way to see the world, and that other points of view are [adjective describing unacceptability]. Sadly, the professor and fellow students seem to perpetuate the notion that a character or theme of a book must agree with their set of values, especially within this controversial topic.
This smells awfully similar to the 180-degree opposite intolerant mindset that the same people complain about. Woe. The best I can do is stick to my beliefs in my personal life (a luxury which in some fields is being eroded), defend intellectual freedom, and make sure that my future library welcomes all points of view, not just the ones in vogue.