I agree.
But to play the devil's advocate I'd like to explain ptsd. Trauma has triggers to relive it with flashbacks, and our survival instinct tries to avoid percieved threats. If the attacker had a rare red shirt, it can cause panic to see red shirts.
My first abuser was the only black person of my entire elementary school. He was the leader of my bullies & ended up abusing me sexually. Cops called me a liar, mother admitted she never wanted me to be born. I tried to cut my wrists, never could scratch. I was around 11. Wished for death ever since. I'm 42. I'd never be able to have sex with a black person. Maybe from trauma, maybe because asians are gorgeous to me. To each their own favorite flavors.
After multiple other abused I understood that it has nothing to do with race. It can come from anyone, any races, age, genders... Mostly middle aged white men but that's what my life was most in contact with...it's like the ratatouille movie... About talented cooks being found in unexpected places... Abuse can come from anyone...
Even from our lived ones & our kin because they have more opportunities than strangers .. Sadly I saw trans people bully each other & accuse each other of trans phobia (i used to wish to trans). So minorities are bullied but also bully each other... And the saddest thing is that we bully ourselves...
I feel for the plight of the black slaves. Denied opportunities, until they're forced to commit crimes, then put in jail as "punishment", forced to work there for pennies... And people applaud saying they deserved it... It's a cruel mindfuck.
I became a misanthrope. I saw a shirt "I do not discriminate, I hate everyone equally"
But I love you, suicidal people. I admire your insight. Total opposite of narcs thinking they're perfect.
So if I have a bad day & get mean, or if i might disagree with ideas... i still love you. Or i hate you the same amount as i usually do.
In a weird way, hate is passion, hate makes you special. It's indifference that denies someone's existence that is cruel.
Thank you for allowing me the right to hate my lufe, the world... And some groups like pedophiles deserve to be hated.
If someone hate a culture abusing women, are they racist or defenders of women...
Sometimes hatred is positive to end suffering.
Sometimes death is mercy
Merci means thank you in french
I hope that pro lifers will stop hating us because death us a part if life. If you hate death, you hate what makes life precious. It's ephemeral. It's fragile & breaks. It must be taken care if with great care. And when it's too broken... Sometimes it makes it more unique... Sometimes it's unviable & should be set free... Back to the energy pool of the universe... With a soft heartbreaking poetry that makes new life all the more precious. New beggining, new hope, new ideas, evolution... But pro lifers never care for abandonned abused children. They just can't stand reminders of their own mortality. They can't understand people living at death's door, unable to live, eager to open that door... People who could be saved, if people heard them, but we demand that they smile like clowns & drug away their body's warnings... Their sadness & fear to be deprived... We value independence & forgot solidarity. Therapists value autonomy, but abandon people in need to their own helplessness instead to lead them out of hell towards self sufficiency. Someone drowning can't learn to swim... Not with sharks around...
I begged for help. Got abused. Left to die. I... Reached acceptance... Resignation... Utter despair. Stopping my suicide won't save me. Stopping my pain will. But if people hate death & sadness too much to hear a plea... Then let us die with dignity...