So much discussion revolves around hatred, and many people question when it's justified to hate.
In my opinion, it never is.
Why I Refuse to Hate
In 1974, when I was far too little to comprehend, I saw my family torn apart by hate. Neither my siblings or I would ever have a stable life from then on to adulthood (for those of use who reached adulthood).
In 1978, I looked into the face of pure hate as my father told me at 8 years old that he never wanted to see me again.
In 1984, I watched as the hate that had inhabited our household for three years was taken away to prison in chains.
On December 29, 1986, hate took a beautiful 4 1/2 year old boy out of this world and broke my heart and those of all who knew him.
In 1988, the intervention of the state of Washington and the wisdom of a single judge prevented me from becoming a casualty of hate.
in 1993, at 19 years old, torn apart by hate, my brother turned his bicycle into a truck and took his own life.
In 1995, I watched in horror as hate took down the Murrah federal building in Oklahoma City.
In 1998, I received the news of the hate that killed Matthew Sheppard in Wyoming.
Some few years later, I watched in horror as students hung out the windows at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado.
In 2001, I watched in horror as hate brought down the World Trade Center in New York City and crashed into the Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania.
Just recently, I watched in horror as hate struck down 350 people, mostly children, in Russia.
Hate NEVER leaves a positive legacy, hate NEVER builds, hate can only kill and destroy.
respectfully submitted,
Gideon MacLeish