How does anyone fight hate with love? Who chooses who is racist, and what is the specific criteria to attain that label? Who is protected and who is fodder? Is love truly that easy, or is love replaced with lust? For a society that wants to get rid of labels, they seem too eager to label everyone else. Black, white, man, woman, gay, lesbian, transgender, immigrants, people of color, disabled, privileged, cis, fat, skinny, ACCEPTABLE AND UNACCEPTABLE.
For people who hate dealing with prejudice and judgement, they seem to dole it out quite easily when declaring their enemy. We all are hypocrites and we all are corrupt, at least I am, I doubt there is anyone out there who is perfect in every way. Perfect enough to judge others based on their emotions, logic or lack therof. Blame Trump, blame Obama, blame Hillary, blame the left, blame the right, blame Russia, blame religion, blame education, blame, blame and more blame.
We demand rights, yet we never account for our own deeds, we blame everyone and everything, to avoid accepting the blame and accepting the consequences of our actions. Do whatever you want, just realize, eventually you may find yourself in a bind. However; judging by today’s standards, you may already be ostracized for anything. If your character cannot stand the test of time, chances are neither will you.
You cannot expect others to treat you as you would want to be treated. All you can do is practice this simple philosophy yourself. Holding others to mine or anyone else’s values or mannerisms is asinine and unfair to everyone who I interact with. I could not to be forced to comply with the wishes and desires of others, honestly anyway. If goodness and honesty is what I desire, then that is what I must extend, regardless of the consequences, good or bad.
Our reputations have been replaced with skin color, sex and anything else we can be labeled or whatever group we think will fight for us. If I cannot fight for myself, then how can I expect anyone else to fight for me? If others begin to fight for me, then I have become a simple cog in the machine, I am at that point a tool, to be used for the desires of others.