What is it?
What settles into one’s being, their soul, their heart that allows them to freely proclaim approving acceptance of the killing of another human being? Any human being. How does it feel inside. Who does this serve? Has this world dealt them such abuse and grief that any life outside their understanding has no worth and the death of another. Very often one they do not know is some relief for them and gives them this permission.
Where does this aberration live in them? What is its origin?
I don’t know people who think this is okay. I hear and read people accusing others of it, yet show no proof. However I hear or read on social media language that speaks as support of the current regime in their reply approving acceptance of a death. The President, the Vice President, several GOP and the now new leader of the organization of one that was also murdered in daylight in front of a crowd. Also leaving young children without a parent.
I’m not one who uses this word, I don’t say it and rarely write it, hate. Where does this hate manifest from? The origin, what wakes or feeds it and does it not eat at them like I imagine it does?
It is one thing to read brazen unfounded accusation on a media or organization page on Facebook. But to read a reply on the post of a ‘friend’ by what appears to be their ‘friend’, yet name calling ensues and hateful language. Why are they ‘friends’? Why not unfriend or unfollow? Are they there to channel their personal historical pain onto others to relieve themselves? (note to self: do not read comments)
What settles into one that allows them to freely call someone a dehumanizing and disparaging name? What is the argument to a post that has actual meaning, purpose or impact in a positive way for not just yourself, but your family, your friends, your neighbors?
I don’t know any idiots. I don’t know that I know low IQ people. I don’t call people names to their face or online. I may see or know some who have done stupid things, but they are not stupid. Some call out P.O.S, and honestly just sound like a P.O.S doing it because they have no legitimate argument. Do some actions or words make one stupid? Does it take a P.O.S to know a P.O.S. And body shaming in any form is wrong, full stop.
Are the lies, abuse and bullying elevating any of us to greatness? No. It just drags us deeper into the land of false narratives.
My truth, the origin lies with one. One who created this alternate space, a waste land that takes from us the full ability to live our lives free and safely. As members of a humanity that cares for others. License to dismiss decency. It limits those actions within that honor and embrace our individual rare contributions and the beauty of our diversity. It opens for some an avenue to use language as weapon instead of a salve for healing. A healing they are in desperate need of.
Did you see the movie Regarding Henry with Harrison Ford and Annette Bening? Henry is a lawyer who survives a shooting only to find he can’t remember anything — he also has to recover his speech and mobility, in a life he no longer fits into. When he finally goes back to work his secretary brings him coffee and pours cream. He watches. She stops just before it overflows. “When you’ve had enough Mr Turner you say, when.”
There is this split, a gap or a space of difference that for some, for me, just feels enormous. Deep within me I have to believe that space is as alternative as the one he has created and one day maybe soon, the emperor will be revealed for being fully unclothed and the hate will stop and recovery will begin.
We all exist on this planet in this country together. For some, me I guess, there is a misunderstanding of what one believes is right and another is wrong. Right and wrong no longer have the meaning they once had. The meaning of morality, justice and religion have been bastardized. Right is wrong and wrong is right, alternative.
The NYT asks the most morally bankrupt president we have ever had if he thinks there are limits to his powers, Trump says: “…one thing: my own morality. My own mind. It’s the only thing that can stop me.”
“…When.”