Hate. I have struggled often with the word in the last decade or so of my life: I remember being 11 years old and encountering hate in my heart for the first time. Even then, I did not like it. I saw it as a consuming, angry passion that drove you to say and do things that you might mean, but ultimately probably should not have acted upon. I still see hate that way. As an Urban Studies major in college, I recognized hate as the impetus or underlying foundation for many of the upsetting social issues I studied and would never, ever like to understand. I adamantly stand against any forms of hate and bigotry which seek to hurt people as a means of attempting to lessen another's position in the world. Hate is divisive and destructive in more ways than one. There are many forms of hate, as there are love. I think about people who have been hurt by others in the vilest of ways -- mothers and fathers whose children were taken by negligent individuals, women and men who were taken...
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