It’s such a strong word.
One with so many meanings and connotations.
On one hand, there’s this: “I hate Brussel sprouts.”
Or, “I hate when that happens.”
On the other is, “I hate so-and-so because they’re black/white/Hispanic/Middle Eastern/gay/fill-in-the-blank.”
Question is- Who taught you how to hate? You weren’t born hating someone, you were taught.
When young children play together, they don’t see color, ethnicity, religious beliefs, etc. All they see are other children their age. They don’t hate anyone.
Until they are told they can’t play with them anymore. And that is more the parents projecting their fears, prejudices, pre conceived notions on to their children than anything else. This leaves little children confused, and they learn to be afraid because their parents are.
Afraid of what? That their child might form their own opinions independent of their parents? Heaven forbid!
And just who are you that you get to decide whom your child plays or hangs out with, or whom they date, or whom they marry? Just who do you think you are, anyway?
I’ll tell you who you aren’t: God.
And about that…I believe in a God that is all accepting and non judgmental. He loves everyone and knows His children are not perfect. I assure you that He’s not sitting in heaven somewhere saying, well Stephanie can’t be friends with so-n-so because (fill in the blank), or she can’t date so-n-so because he’s not the same color/religion/ethnicity as her… or some other dumb excuse. Yet people who think they know us better than we know ourselves tell us through the media (or at least try to) that there’s a standard, and if you don’t follow you’re not a good American citizen.
Let them say that to my face. Come on, you privileged One Percenters, I fucking dare you to tell me I’m not a “good American” because I think everyone should be treated with respect and courtesy, celebrated for who they are and not persecuted for living their lives as they see fit, that their lives actually matter, and not encouraging them to follow the other sheep to the slaughterhouse. Give me, and everyone else, a little credit for grey matter here. We aren’t as stupid as you make us out to be.
You’re afraid that we’re right, aren’t you? And you want us to be silent and complacent. Don’t you?
Open your mind…your brains aren’t going to fall out.
I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~