Hate is a little like the locusts that hide under the earth for decades and then reappear. There are some that stay on the surface but they are few and they tread lightly. Still, the locusts are never truly gone.
It’s the same way with hate. It goes underground - driven there by decent people that point it out and pass laws to keep it at bay. But every now and then something or someone comes along that stirs it all up again.
It makes me weary. It should make you weary too when we see the vilest people emerging out from under their rocks with their hatred. They come out gingerly at first, testing the waters, throwing out words and thoughts to see if people will tolerate them. As a people, we’re going to have to do better in calling that out.
Now, hate is taking over and it becomes more and more difficult to call it out. You’re in danger if you do. It’s like the train of decency going into a tunnel. You don’t know how long the tunnel is or if the train will even make it out again.
I look to people and institutions that I once trusted to make it stop or at least slow it down but some of them have been taken over. Some churches now have abandoned Jesus and are praising the man who is not our savior. He is the man that is bringing our downfall. Where do you go then?
Maybe we as a country deserve what we’re getting. Our track record isn’t exactly spotless. Worse than that, we have not made amends for the damages we have done. We prefer to sweep it under the rug and to even persecute those who point it out.
Maybe that’s the lesson. We’re like a cat that covers its business in the litter box. Until we admit our wrong doings instead of trying to cover them, we very well might be doomed.