I am very sensitive to hate talk. I see seeds of hate sown in the fertile minds of children under the guise of "competitive spirit" or "pride". I see being proud of who you are twisting into hating people who aren't exactly like you.
But ultimately, I don't despair. I survived, and I am beginning to believe that a lot more people will survive this nasty form of education. Apparently mine is a brain that isn't easily washed, and I'm not the only one.
When I was a kid, expressing thoughts of peace was seen as underground. We kids would draw peace signs on our notebooks. We would flash peace signs at each other, a quiet signal that we were not going to be drawn into hate, and war. The grown-ups didn't like this, and somehow that made it even better.
I won't live to see it, but I believe in a world without hate, and war. And it takes the form of a resistance, of which I was a part as a child, and still am. And if I can do it, so can everyone else.