This has been yet another terrible week in which weâve experienced the power of hate.
You hate someoneâs politics, simple: put together pipe bombs and mail them to your philosophical opponent!
You have been feeding on ethnic hatred and want to finish the evil work that that Austrian madman had started in the 1930s, simple: use your easily purchased and legal high-powered rifle and spray death into a place of worship.
Trying to explain âhateâ to Abby, my beloved border collie, is a challenge because she reminds me that while dogs certainly know fear, hunger, and can be defiant and stubborn, they do not experience the human emotion of hate. They are protective. Some will attack if they feel they (or their parent) are threatened, but they cannot know hate. It is not in their DNA.
We, sadly in our so-called âenlightened, post-Christian, God-is-irrelevant, donât-judge-me, my-kid-never-does-anything-wrong, I can say anything I feel like through social media, blaming, shaming, I want to destroy youâ culture are ever-so-capable of hate.
Abby asked me if I was surprised by the events of last week. âOf course not,â I said. Once we accepted the murder of little children in their schoolsâa.k.a Sandy Hookâ(and do not lie to yourselvesâby having done NOTHING to deal with the issues of gun violence/gun laws/gun rights, we have accepted the murder of our children as our ânew normalâ)âwe just better start getting used to this over and over.
Abby asked me why we humans choose to hate. I wish I could give her an answer. Is it something bred into us? Do we need to be taught? Are fear and hate of the âotherâ the inevitable consequence of a world where God is ignored and Godâs word is perverted? Have the seeds of the âpolitics of destruction,â which both sides spew so well, finally born this poisoned fruit?
This four-legged creature (who barks excessively, to be sure, but who was created for love and to give love), looks at me, mumbles a border collie sigh, and shakes herself to remove the stench of humanity from her fur. Why would anyone want to hang around with creatures who love to hate? And I have no answer for her.
Father JoeÂ Campo is rector of St. John’sÂ EpiscopalÂ Parish.