When and Where Hate Lives (Martin Luther King)
Love Not, Lest Thee Be Loved?
If The Cause is Great Then So Be It Hate?
One time my high school football lost a really close game against our rivals. And we went across to midfield and found our nemesis’s and shook hands and chatted about plays and patted each other with respect.
One time after busing for three hours we played against a very much larger school and won. Two of our guys took their helmets off like idiots and were held for observation after the midfield mayhem after the game. “You beat me so I hate you”.
Much closer to the end of WWII I hung out in Europe for a while. The German people were all really friendly to us Yanks. We beat them and kind of saved them a little. France was horribly different, they literally spat on me a time or two. They hated us yanks. Now by my understanding we pretty much saved France in the war. Or maybe to say it more accurately without us they would have lost their country for good. So why did they hate me? I think at about that time we were also saving their back ends in Indochina. Why would a Parisian have ill feelings toward an Arizona country boy?
I was hired as an American Cook there for a spell. No, no, no not a Chef. I cooked stuff like T-Bone steaks, baked or any kind of potato (not Al Gratin) torn lettuce and tomato salads, corn on the cob. You see I worked for an oil broker who did big business with yanks and it was a real show off to treat them to an “American Meal”. Nothing fancy but I often cooked lamb to entertain Basque folk. So I am in the butcher shop where I went every day and say J'aimerais côtelettes d'agneau and point to the lamb that I got once a week. The response is “you are too stupid to speak French tell me what you want in English”. Now that is just being a prick.
But I have that great old Arizonan know how. I got the chien by dating his daughter and this was ‘70’s Paris, very little hand holding ;-)
All of this ran through my head as I noted politics. Somebody comes out the winner and we hate them for it. Where ever that is coming from is pure evil. “I hate the Rams because they beat my Chargers”. I think we get that concept. But let us look at it a little more deeply.
OK It Is Mushy But I Like It!
If I Had More Love I Just Might Burst
Give It A Shot, Love Your Enemy!
Role models are indeed an interesting point of concept. We will get to the negative in a bit like scandals. I have several role models from afar. Go ahead and scream – elected officials in my country I hold in high high esteem. I really like racial activists that preach the word of love. Maybe this sounds weird but I admire my friends who risked crossing that Tijuana River to raise a family here. (ok so I still have some pride in gunslingers from the old Southwest – lawbiding? We don’t need no stinking badges.
I just love it when my son busts in during a scene of conflict in a movie and says “wait are those the bad guys or the good guys doing bad? Or the bad guys doing good?” So maybe I look up to black knights in a way.
Perhaps I just have respect for folks who put it on the line. Right or wrong. Maybe I am saying that an apathetic person is useless to me, but one with passion and principle is to be admired. Even though our principles do not mesh.
Here is one for you. If you like standard winners and do not like losers. What you going to do about Christ? I have always had great respect for our Crockett, Bowie and Travis but in fact they were losers. Verdict still out on Houston.
On this point I am extremely adamant. Nixon was a great man simply because he was a president of the United States of America. For me that is end of the story stuff. I think I would be hard pressed to stand up to Jesus and cast the first stone. Maybe in my arrogance but not in my love. We really have to love ourselves first even with our pimples and warts and farts. Before we can judge another’s gastronomical extravagances.
If someone is so successful that they can become POTUS I think we should take that knee and salute. Not one president basher could do it. It is like the beer swilling idiot proclaiming he could do it better than a super bowl loser.
A weird one along these lines is Pro Baseball’s All-star picks. The fans choose the best? No they choose their favorites. Kind of like Hollywood award shows only backwards.
I am pretty sure that we have a bit of a row when my wife tells me what to think or say. Fine if she tells me what she thinks and what she thinks I should say. But there is that fine marital line that must be drawn and not crossed – lest respect be the first causality. And where respect is absent love has no foothold.
I actually broke a boy’s nose because he called me a son of a bitch. You see being the son made no never mind but calling my mom a bitch was too far. In those days with two witnesses he was in trouble and not me. So you have to stand for something or you will fall for anything. But let us look what we can really stand for. (Donald McDonald and I stayed enemy friends, I was a crazy white boy and he was a crazy Navajo – since kindergarten)
Perhaps This Fine Man Had Reason to Hate, But He Chose Love, How Much More Can you?
What Does Hate Have to Do With Anything Important?
Hey, If My Children Love Me, I Can Love Yours
We have this marvelous dichotomy here in the US. Standing by a neighbor, family member or friend is optimum. Even the stranger in need deserves this respect. But the child of a politician or famous person is fair game to attack? What in the hell?
Why the hell do we enjoy reading about a hero fallen. Or maybe we just pick sides and within a second or two forget why. Can you imagine two sides arguing about the right to attack another woman’s child? It is wrong and those that debate for it are outliers of a malicious sort.
I have been blessed to be with more than a handful of young people becoming adults. Truly blessed. But I can tell you to an absolute certainty those children on an occasion said that they hated a parent. Parents get over it and children forgive yourselves. But I think long and hard on that.
Can the advancement and proclamation of hate ever do any good? I am of the opine that it cannot. (l leave a caveat here for warning signs of self danger from a child – that is a sticky wicket we should always pay attention to)
So I see in this world hating people. I get it between folks like ISIS and Israel. But between two Americans it is ludicrous. It is outrageous and shows a weakness of character. Really you have enough energy to take away from good to hate. I lately have seen one group hate another group because they hate. I could not make that up it is so spiritually, morally and loving bankrupt. And if you throw in a word like “because” it is even worse. If you hate someone because they hate someone you are bordering on arrested development.
The very honorable Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. makes it clear for once and for every; “We must meet hate with love”. Truer words were never spoken by a mortal. How easy to hate someone for hating, and how sad.