Reminder on Hate.

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“Where will he go next, this phantom from another time, this resurrected ghost of a previous nightmare – Chicago? Los Angeles? Miami, Florida? Vincennes, Indiana? Syracuse, New York? Anyplace, everyplace, where there’s hate, where there’s prejudice, where there’s bigotry. He’s alive. He’s alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any human being. He’s alive because through these things we keep him alive…” (Twilight Zone)

It is the opinion of this man that hate is more than a simple line in the sand, rather a vile thing that catches itself by the tail. No beginning, no end. A machine, that by its very nature, stays self sufficient and ever presence in the course human life. Moreover, hate is a cancer, it is a fire, a plague, that spreads far and wide until it has destroyed both its creator and the peoples in which they hated.

How do we stop it? How can we put in end to this cycle of misery and of venom? Simple. We love, and we love with our eyes open. It’s nothing new, just a reminder. Because hate can only burn what we allow it to and when we don’t understand how far it will take us, hate can only win when in the dark, when we allow ourselves to fall into its cold embrace; allow ourselves to believe that if we can only get rid of all the _____ life would be better, life would be easier, safer. Hate will tell us anything if only to gain one more soul. I believe it was the words of Charlie Chaplin, during a time in which hate was at its peak, when it found its perfect form, he said this, and I relay the message upon you: “To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress—the hate of men will pass.”

“The hate of men will pass…”, perhaps it’s too optimistic to say that the ideas heaped onto mankind by Nationalists, then and now, will ever truly go away. But its power to hurt can be blunted, and it starts with you. So never fret, when hate appears to turn your hands to fist, remember what this sort of power can do to you and others, and instead open your heart to a world that may just shine a bit brighter.