Racism and intolerance have to be taught...

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/facebook-videos-mosque-vandalism-women-children_us_5aa9a121e4b0600b82ffe195

https://www.azcentral.com/story/news/local/tempe/2018/03/14/facebook-live-video-2-women-take-items-slur-muslims-mosque-tempe/422724002/

https://www.facinghistory.org/resource-library/hatred-poem

Wislawa Szymborska, a Polish poet who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1996, describes “hatred” in a poem.

See how efficient it still is,

how it keeps itself in shape—

our century’s hatred.

How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles.

How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down.

It is not like other feelings.

At once both older and younger.

It gives birth itself to the reasons that give it life.

When it sleeps, it’s never eternal rest.

And sleeplessness won’t sap its strength; it feeds it.



One religion or another—

whatever gets it ready, in position.

One fatherland or another—

whatever helps it get a running start.

Just also works well at the outset

until hate gets its own momentum going.

Hatred. Hatred.

Its face twisted in a grimace

of erotic ecstasy.



Oh these other feelings, listless weaklings.

Since when does brotherhood draw crowds?

Has compassion ever finished first?

Does doubt ever really rouse the rabble?

Only hatred has just what it takes.



Gifted, diligent, hard-working.

Need we mention all the songs it has composed?

All the pages it has added to our history books?

All the human carpets it has spread

over countless city squares and football fields?



Let’s face it:

it knows how to make beauty.

The splendid fire-glow in midnight skies.

Magnificent bursting bombs in rosy dawns.

You can’t deny the inspiring pathos of ruins

and a certain bawdy humor to be found

in the sturdy column jutting from their midst.



Hatred is a master of contrast—between explosions and dead quiet,

red blood and white snow.

Above all, it never tires

of its leitmotif—the impeccable executioner

towering over its soiled victim.



It’s always ready for new challenges.

If it has to wait awhile, it will.

They say it’s blind. Blind?

It has a sniper’s keen sight

and gazes unflinchingly at the future.



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"One man's theology is another man's belly laugh." -- Robert Heinlein

That is sickening. I saw "South Pacific" performed on stage last year. It had been a long time since I'd seen it and one of the very best songs ever seemed so much more poignant now than it was over half a century ago when the tale was written.

You have to be taught before it's too late
Before you are six or seven or eight
To hate all the people your relatives hate.
You have to be carefully taught.

For the most part, churches do the best job of teaching hate. I was carefully taught. Especially back when Black people had the curse of Cain. South Pacific was talking about kids with slanted eyes, they were the ones to hate back in the internment camp days. Now it's Muslims, Hispanics and of course, as always, Blacks. When they say "Love they neighbor as thyself, all I can think is that there must be a lot of self hatred going on there. I know I was more hateful when I hated myself because I couldn't begin to be perfect, like I was expected to be. And some of the very most vile, hateful people I know are "good" Mormons or Christians.

All it says it they took a bunch of pamphlets which I guess they want you to take anyway and made comments on their video.