Hate

Can I ask you to take a moment of honest reflection and step into another life, for a moment. Forget your current concerns, the daily grind, whatever it is. You're home. You're safe.

And then, can you take a moment, and imagine that it was all ripped away from you. Take a moment and imagine your home - it's gone. You've got nothing, but the clothes on your back and the palms of your loved ones - but at least you have that. And you hold them tightly, because the next second you could lose them too.

Take a moment and imagine that your government and an organized group of people who look like you and claim to worship a higher power are actively trying to kill you. Actively. You and your loved ones. You have no home. You have nothing. You run.

You grab those palms of those people you love and you run because nothing on earth matters more than keeping them safe.

Imagine a small child in your life, your child, a niece, a godchild, a friends child. Imagine them being unable to sleep for fear of their own goddamn pillow because they can't disassociate it from the horror they experienced in the dead of the night when they should have been safe.

Imagine, arriving at where you thought you would finally find some solace, some form of peace, where you finally thought that yours and your family's lives would no longer be a stake.

Now, imagine that you were turned away. The door slammed in your face. Feel the sinking in your stomach, your heart drop, your despair.

Feel, for a moment, that surely you will die this way, as so many have. Look at the faces of your loved ones, and tell them there's no hope.




Please, I beg of you, stop your hate. Stop thinking you know what a human is or isn't, because you can see them with your eyes, because they do not reflect the true intent of a soul.