By Brent White
Mayhaps, if the Machinators manipulate the right series of buttons, mayhaps your grandmother could become a genocidaire,methinks.
Most of us who read these words enjoy circumstances in a time and place wherein those red buttons will never be punched in a sequence to launch Blind Unreasoned Rage against those who bear us no ill-will.
But if among the unfortunate unlucky -
those who look, or sound, or act, or pray differently, if pressed hard enough, under the wrong circumstances, with twisted emotions - if they fear that their children will starve, or sleep in the cold rain, or their son killed without justice by gendarmes, or daughters gang-raped by legacy preppies ... whatever trips the trigger of the half- cocked blunderbuss. Mayhaps.
The rage flares righteously against "Them!"
It's their' fault! The non-specific, discriminatory "YOU!"
In a way, yes, "You" becomes the fault.You is behind the Lilly-white propaganda machines that demonize My people. You demonize Me. And soon we are not people anymore. We are meant to be despised.
Was the Holocaust merely a mega-manifestation of this? Is genocidal, self-righteous, Virtuous Hate human nature? Mayhaps. Perhaps something in our claw to the top has gone awry? Something against which we must be ever on our guard? "Nature, red in tooth and claw?" What animal other than humans intentionally, gleefully, tortures their own kind? Did our brains grow to big, evolving the capacity for Hitlerism or Stalinism? Did our emotions outgrow our intellect? Are we too easily bored, so we amuse ourselves by debasing, with cruelty and corruption, our fellow Human Beings? Can societal schizophrenic dissonance flip empathy into hateful disdain?
Pray not, my kin.