Hate is the thing that thrives in disguise
Hidden behind righteousness
The cloak is Justice but it’s true face is Vengeance
Hate is the Boogeyman in the closet
The gun that thinks it’s name is protection
Familiarity may be a comfort
But it’s dark side is fear of what we don’t understand
Fear of the other
Bravery is not taking up arms against this other
But opening up our doors and taking a chance
Step outside with me and help me hold the torch
The most dangerous threat to society is not the stranger from outside
It’s the voice within ourselves that wants to build a wall
To guard against the Boogeyman
The other isn’t a demon. Or a thug. She is us. She may speak another language, know another world. She is alien and yet…ours. She is human. Her heart beats like mine. She is flawed like me. Beautiful.
Turn on the light. Open your eyes and our arms and see…
Hate is the thing that makes us harm ourselves.
