Have you noticed how often people boast that they hate something? You hear this everywhere. I hate that song. I hate him or her. I hate everything. Does this pattern at all sound familiar? True hatred has gone from a singular focus–that rage even the thought of a target inspires–and has become just another generalization. Hatred seems to have lost its once profound meaning.
I am not going to promote hatred of any sort here. Hating someone or something requires a great deal of effort, and if I feel such negativity towards whatever it is, why do I want to think about it all the time? Indifference is the opposite of love, as all of us should know by now. Hatred is love’s mirror image.
So what do people hate, and why? We can go over the traditional and often debated notions of racism, sexism, Antisemitism and homophobia, and never reach a conclusion about the cause of these irrational notions, but we all must admit that these feelings are wholly superficial and easy, and they are always exclusively internalized. People fear what is different, or unknown, or uncertain. How does this impact me, another person’s identity? Is that black guy somehow better than me at something? After all, in slave times, the survivors of brutality were no doubt the strongest and smartest among them. Masters even tried to breed them like champion race horses, the best with the best in order to create more of the best. And this is the evolution of a race–call it Darwinism if you must, but an entire race of people have developed mostly the best physical qualities available to them throughout the past more than 400 years. The only drawbacks and interference has been the same racism that once kept them as property. It is all based in fear. It is all about subduing another to make yourself feel better, or superior, to the unknown. Racism–any sort of racism–is a sham. It is an excuse people tell themselves to keep from turning that hatred inward. Racists hate almost to the point of pride, a sad anger that helps them believe that at least they are better than someone. And racism itself can go in many directions–resentment from the once denigrated builds into outright reactionary hatred–that white motherfucker. White men. Straight white men. All they do is oppress. And while this is, on paper, historically true, the swath of generalizations and the absurd stereotypes are no different in any way, really, than those presumed realities of the past. Today we hear white men criticized by everyone–weak, lame, not really men at all–sissy, queers–some day we will breed them out entirely!
This is not a lament about racism against white people–if anyone deserves to be historically hated it is definitely white men!–all I am trying to do is point out the similar qualities of racial hatred, based upon whatever someone did or thought in the past. And white man–there is no such thing as ‘reverse racism,’ (which sounds like an acknowledgement of your own racism). No. There is only racism.
Moving down the two-way street, we approach sexism far more delicately as all the end results–intimidation, rape, trying to block economic independence, are even more devastating. Our deepest fears are often consumed by gender identity–what is a real man; what makes someone a real woman? Again the self-doubt and self-justifications form fearful hatred.
Men are stronger than women, people might chant. And in the majority of circumstances this is probably true. This is no condescension about ‘the weaker sex’ or any sort of monstrous title, but an acknowledgment of biological reality. Throughout the ages men have been responsible for most of the heavy physical activity–those chores than no one really wants to do, but that a clever woman can manipulate a lumbering man into performing. And, coupled with genetics that grow male muscles in a different, and more savage way, it just seems that men develop into a stronger beasts.
I believe that men are biologically more primitive than women, and that the female evolved humanity. Think about it: women, in situations probably as vast as the divide of men versus strength, are smarter than men. They have an internal instinct for survival that considers more than just themselves. Men are the panicky creatures, overreacting because they do not know what to do. Women convince themselves that they can handle any situation, unless they have been so brutalized and humiliated throughout their lives that they are afraid to express anything. This is the definition of sexism, the grunting barbarity of primitive man demanding that the evolved species submit. It is Neanderthal versus Homo Sapiens all over again.
Women are the ones who give birth to the future, both more women and men. And we can argue all we want about the seed planted (another proof of man’s more primitive reality), and state how much children need a father. All of this is certainly true. Without men (presently), there is no future for humanity. But science can often change reality, chemicals developed in test tubes, the advancement of processes that impregnate animals for the open market. How far away can we possibly be from replicating the necessary genetic material to make men superfluous? And if you want to make a biblical argument, shriek about ‘God’s commands’ about who is in charge, just remember: Eve came from Adam, the only time a man ever gave birth. She was the future, he the past. She was more daring, less afraid, definitely more forward looking. Eating that apple and fucking that dirty snake proves that she was interested in new experiences. Say goodbye to manhood. Look at the increase transgender identification. Is it possible that instinctively these people know something we do not realize? Is this the future of man? And why would a woman ever want to be a man? Nostalgia, I guess.
Which brings us to Antisemitism, or any other religious bias. Anti-Muslim, anti-Catholic, anti-atheist, anti-everything. This prejudice is born out of terror. Not ‘terrorism,’ per se (that is merely a response to the fear radical believers experience when they believe that someone is out trying to destroy their god), but a genuine horror over the possibility that everything they might believe is wrong.
Why are there other options and how can I diminish them? I hate people who don’t think like me. Let’s call them heretics, sinners, pagans, witches, devil worshipers. Call them anything meant as a slight (and Devil Worshipers, too, experience this same prejudice toward Christians and Muslims and Jews–they rant about the falseness of their beliefs, terrified that their religion may be outlawed because self-righteous people believe they are saving the world). When we call them names, stereotype them as ‘greedy Jews,’ or ‘terrorists,’ or ‘Papists,’ or just simply evil, there is an easy escape into hatred. There is a refusal to acknowledge the humanity and freedom of other people to believe whatever they choose.
Religious wars have always been the most urgent, because every side believes they are trying to save the world. They believe themselves to be God’s chosen, and therefore the one’s to lead mankind out of ruin. Religions, no matter how trapped in the past, are always about looking towards the uncertain future. Religions are in their very nature about doubt, the righteous certainty of the born again more about convincing themselves than an effort at conversion. It is anger, rage, how dare someone deny what I believe is true! I . . . I have proof. I have seen God. God speaks to me. I know It speaks to my mother. God . . . God is salvation. I pray for salvation. Save me from the struggles of my life, oh Lord.
This is the terror of religion. We can blame everyone.
The last violent hatred I wish to touch upon is homophobia. This is another fixated loathing based in self-doubt. The people that hate open homosexuals are often the most severely latent queers in the world. They glare at a happy gay couple, or see some horny asshole looking to pick up another horny man. The prospect excites them, yet fills them instantly with loathing. What if that’s what I become? Gay sex makes you gay forever, like a virus with no cure! What if I’m gay? What if I’m a faggot? Maybe if there were no more faggots then I won’t have to doubt myself.
You can notice a definite pattern in homophobic behavior. It is always an emotional rage, one of fanaticism with a number of ready justifications for the coming slaughter. They site God’s law, or social dangers, and what about the children, and all of them are pedophiles, and they use the example of some hideous gay monster who did the most terrible things, like any bigot does, to justify their hatred of an otherwise pretty average group of people.
Homophobic men are usually (although certainly not always) more tolerant of lesbians. They have masturbatory fantasies about them. About both of them wanting him. About justifying their manhood. Watching two girls together means I must be straight.
Women, on the other hand, have a more complicated sort of prejudice either for or against homosexuality. We can often see in both movies and reality the busy woman with a gay best friend, one of those fabulous stereotypes who are rare, but often take the attention away from everybody else. This gay best friend is always putting on an act, pretending to be what other people want them to be, or so consumed with resentment over someone not accepting who they are that all they wish to do is shove their identity into somebody else’s face challenging them to reject it. Of course hatred of a person like this can easily have nothing to do with homophobia. It might just be the fact that they are an asshole.
But homophobic woman tend to be more of the religious sort. They chant sinners, and beg homosexuals to reform for the sake of their immortal souls. “Do you want to burn in Hell forever?” they ask, often with a regurgitated smugness, with that superior sense of knowledge. and a complete indifference to saving anyone’s soul.
Homosexuals have always been hated, almost never have they been accepted. Some people look back at ancient Rome and see the bathhouses and the clearly open practice of gay sex, a fully pansexual community fucking everyone and everything in their path. People today might decide to blame this rather disgusting openness (tree fucking?) for the fall of Rome, and its replacement by the church–the Holy Roman Empire, which somehow saved civilization. But if we truly want to look at the past, Rome fell long before this. There was an endless series of regional wars, exhausting not just a civilization, but the entire world. Slavery was widespread, set as both a punishment and a social divide between rich and poor. The options in life were very limited.
Homosexuality literally had nothing to do with the fall of Rome. It is merely an excuse–no different as attributed blame than the Nazis versus the Jews. It is easier to blame an entire group of people for all the danger and tragedy suffered throughout the world than the idea of irrational hatred itself. Religion does not save you, but often forms new lines of hatred to replace the old ones, convincing people they should not blame themselves, that they are saved. But if we use the example of Rome again, the wars before Constantine converted the whole world, were all about land. About expansion. About the acquisition of wealth, and goods, and food, and spices. After the Holy Roman Empire was born, every war became a holy war–a quest for salvation from a cracked Holy Grail. Deeper hatred was born out of faith in the unknowable.
And so this is the use of hatred: to block out the doubts all of us have about things we will never know.