I often tell myself that I won’t use my energy to address or even think about the creatures that I know are beneath me.
But, I can’t help but wonder why anyone would hate a group of people so much when the group doing all the hating are the ones always doing the wrong?
This reminds me of many years ago when my eldest son’s bio dad decided to become a deadbeat father. I remember sitting on the floor crying and trying my damnedest to understand how a parent can walk away from a defenseless baby, their own flesh and blood?
Now, 17 years later and I still don’t get it. So, I don’t even try. Seventeen years ago, I told myself to stop crying and what is the use to try to figure out someone who could do such a hateful thing?
If I understood why my son’s bio dad left then what would that say about me?
That’s how I think about racists. I, usually, don’t try to understand them. It’s very rare that you’ll find me giving them much of a thought as to the “why” of their hateful ways. I’m usually more concerned about my own life and how I can make the world a better place for my children and just humans, in general.
How exhausting and dark it must be to harbor so much hatred towards a group that you can’t beat, no matter how hard you try. You can’t kill us all, eventhough…
