Teaching our kids Hate is equivalent to giving them a Black Eye for life, in their future relationships. If you condone, sponsors or turn a blind eye. The Bible says we are guilty of Thoughts, Deeds and actions. If Hate is a part of their emotional make up, they cannot truly Love. Hate is like the battle of good and evil, there is always the inner conflict in all of us about our choices. If Hate is in the equation there is always the possibility that love could be overshadowed in a relationship that goes sour. If Hate is dormant , someone who you professed to have Loved will now feel the pangs of a dormant Minion called Hate. When a person commits a crime of Horrific proportion, Hate is usually an underlying factor.
When it raise its ugly head, the negative possibilities are infinite. When love is the only emotional River that runs through your Valley, a relationship that goes bad is chalked off as love lost , and no tears spilled. You move on with no animosity. Remember that you once Loved, how could it have turned into Hate without underlying currents. Very rarely do you find relationships like mine that have endured thirty six years. If love wasn’t the common denominator, one could always find something to hate about the others idiosyncrasies. Once you start unraveling the Thread of another’s composition, eventually the Fabric no longer exists.
Mother always told us , there’s good in everyone always look for the good before you look for the bad, because there’s bad in all of us. The first time she uttered those words I disputed her, no more than fourteen, disputing your Mother’s inspirational words. Bold and stupid I would say, I questioned her, even Charles Manson? She reiterated, I left it alone at that. Hate is like any of your other emotions, if not controlled and suppressed, it can consume and destroy. The case’s of Hate these eyes have seen, should have left me blind and in a Mental institution. At twelve years old I witnessed a Hate Crime that could make a crazy man insane. An extremely good looking man in the neighborhood, having conflicts with his Sexuality, lured by three Beautiful on the outside Women to engage in a m’enage’a trios while foreplay was in process, a Bonfire built by Hate was raging in the Backyard. Brown Man as he was called was in the prone position, one of the Ugly Hateful Women removed a crackling embered stick from the Bonfire and violated this Beautiful trusting Man. Fifty four years later, whenever I reflect I still swell the stench of burning Hair. GOD have been good to me, witnessing this at such a tender age I should have Hated every Woman I came in contact with. Instead I have Loved one for all my life. My mistake! Mother’s love will never fade. P.S. love conquers All.