The Bitter Pill Of Hatred – From My Vault

The following syndicated article was written by me and appeared in print October 25, 2005. I hope you find it beneficial.
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Hatred is a bitter pill to swallow; especially for the people afflicted by it. More often than not, hatred is the confluence of fear, lies and ignorance into a synchronistic amalgamation of flawed reasoning that cannot withstand critical analysis, but is embraced by those predisposed to it in order to justify their insipid existence.

Nowhere is there a more representative example of this than those espousing emancipation for those who are enslaved only by ignorance and lack of preparation. Which brings me to my point: It is oft times easier to hate than to initiate growth. Hatred becomes both a cloak to conceal fear and a robe to justify failure.

Slavery ended over 140-plus years ago. Jim Crow and forced segregation ended 40-plus years ago, except for the self-imposed segregation of today’s black students on college campuses.

To acknowledge that there is nothing blacks cannot do that any other person can would be to acknowledge the civil-rights battle as defined decades ago is over and that we have indeed overcome.

It is laughably nauseating to hear Will Smith, Spike Lee and Jesse Jackson – all of whom live and travel commensurate with the top 1 percent of wealth in the world – tell how the white man is holding blacks back. Allowing none of these three are card-carrying members of Mensa International, why were they capable, while arguing that others are not?

If a white family is denied the purchasing of a particular home, is it because they are white or because they do not qualify due to credit or financing issues? If a white group is unable to effect an agreement for the purchase of a pro-sports franchise, is it because they are white or because there are other mitigating circumstances? If a white woman is unable to obtain a new car loan, is it because she is white and a woman or because there are other issues? For each of the aforementioned questions, the answer would be that there were other issues. Why then would each of the aforementioned refusals be race based if referencing a black person?

We have heard racism was responsible for the slow response to Katrina in New Orleans – what was the reason for a truly slow response in the aftermath of hurricanes in North and South Carolina and Florida? If racism was responsible for death of blacks in New Orleans, what was responsible for the deaths of whites in Mississippi and Alabama? What was responsible for the deaths of white people in New Orleans … or perhaps they were warned ahead of time and got out? (Sarcasm intended.)

There are more so-called poor who are white than black. There are more white students denied acceptance to the school of their choice than blacks. More white coaches are turned away and more whites are denied loans ad nauseam than blacks. Why is it mitigating circumstances for them and racism for blacks?

The osmotic transience of this pestiferous rational is rife among those today who would rather assign blame for their circumstances than take responsibility for same. Life is about choices. It is also, believe it or not – like it or not – about breaks and determination without guarantees.

Ignorance is a major stumbling block even for those of presumed intelligence pursuant to issues of race. None are served by attributing that which was corrected more than a century ago to the poor choices of someone else today.

It is not a revising of history – nor a wink and a nod to slavery as being a good thing – but suffice it to say every nation on Earth at some point in their history participated in slavery, including Africa and Africans. Where is the wringing of hands and wails of foul pursuant to Africa’s complicity in slavery? Is it because there is nothing to be gained by trying to shame Africa? Is it only white guilt that matters?

At some point in the history of the world, people of every race known were slaves on some level. The lineage of Christ was protected through – and arguably at times because of – slavery. I am not singing the praises of slavery as a thing to be desired. I am however saying it happened – it is over. I was never a slave, none of my friends were slaves – praise God for His matchless grace. It is an utter contempt for modernity to view it any other way – not to mention contempt for triumph over suffering.

For those wishing to wallow in misery and despair, while longing for that which was long ago granted by the Constitution, please do so in silence. Some of us are studying in this library called life and we find your insobriety annoying.