We hate well, we humans. We hate so many. We hate with hurting as our goal.
We do so much else well, we humans. We’re clever and adaptable, ingenious and inventive. And we create marvels – in engineering, in science, in civic polity, in art, in religion and in so much more.
We. Are. Remarkable.
But sometimes, as now, we put hate first. We put our cleverness and inventiveness in the service of hate. It’s a mad combo, our manifold gifts harnessed to hate.
Millions of brown migrants are all violent criminals.
Millions of federal government employees are all lazy crooks.
Neighbors with uncomfortable-for-you conceptions or expressions of gender are deviant predators.
Citizens with honestly held but different ideas about public policy are wacko communist pedophiles.
Our tendency toward hate is innate, I s’pose. Perhaps we’ve done hate since our so-long-ago ancestors first loped across the savannahs of Africa.
It’s in us – or in our ever-evolving cultures. A malignancy that’s never fully excised, a pustule with the potential, always, to spew the worst from us.
Hate owns this moment.
I weep.
Me too Jeff
I hate hate. And arrogant hatefulness even worse.
We live in tragic times. So terrifying and sad.