Hatred. What is it exactly? The word has been around our world for a very long time. And so has hatred. But have you ever given thought to what the word means? Hatred has many faces. Is this not the truth? There are so many ways to describe what hatred is. And it takes upon itself so many different forms. Hatred is always regarded as a bad thing, a negative thing. But, is that always the case? Perhaps, perhaps not.
Hatred is what one race may feel towards another. Hatred is one human being attacking another because of the color of his or her skin. Hatred is a divisive thing, causing unrest and bitterness to reside in one’s heart, causing increased narrow-mindedness and devouring the soul. Hatred is a virus, eagerly infecting all those it comes in contact with, actually seeking out others whose emotional immune systems are not unlike its’ own, stunted in growth and deprived in spirit. Hatred is taking the life of someone simply because they do not believe as you do. It is the root of so many things that are despicable. Hatred loves the dark. There it can lie in the dank sour air that feeds its’ cancerous soul, devising new ways to spread its diseased cells to anyone who is foolish enough to open the door even a little. Once the door is opened, Hatred will take the advantage, slipping in, usually unnoticed. The occupant shivers for a moment, sensing something vile is nearby and then shrugs it off, oblivious to the fact that they have just become a host for this insidious disease that permeates our world today. Hatred is always evil and always dangerous.
Or is it?? Hatred, once bridled can be constructive. Hating the actions and results of Hatred can be a good thing. Is it possible to hate with love, to cast the light of goodness into the dark corners where Hatred lives and thrives, to grab ahold of it with a vengeance and drag it, writhing and screaming into the purity of the sun? Then Hatred, being forced into the light and stripped of power to spread its’ dark and often subtle poison would simply shrivel and die. So, given that scenario, I believe that Hatred can be a good thing, don’t you? I would (forgive me) hate to be wrong about something like that.
Authored by William J. Thompson, Jr.