Recently, on Facebook, someone remembered Anne Frank, and how she affected some, and right away, others were quick to criticize those who chose either side of the discussion.
I read A. F.'s diary long ago, and I can't remember most of what she wrote. But what really grabbed me were the photos of her, and that brilliant smile. Some FB posters were saying that mankind had failed to learn from her story, and others contradicted them, and on and on, and I didn't read closely what people had written. I'm not under the impression that I'm too wise to read these posts, but it seemed to me that there was very little to hate about Anne Frank, but there seemed to be no scarcity of those who were unhappy with Anne Frank for one reason or another.
I don't know why anyone would hate anyone, though living in the US, encountering haters of the despised Yankees (Americans, not the athletes) was not uncommon. But being critical or annoyed with a group is different from hating their guts, isn't it? There are groups that I intensely dislike, I must confess; if pressed I will reveal who they are. But I'm seeing people who hate people of certain other categories with overwhelming passion. The Jews. The Russians. The Ukrainians. The Mexicans. The Catholics. The Palestinians. The Blacks. Whites. Politicians ... Now wait; I don't like career politicians, either; they seem to be 'in it to win it' to a pathological degree.
All this hate is tiring, and I have to take a nap ...
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