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The Hatred My Friend, Is Blowin’ In The Wind

It’s been an emotional 3 days for the USA.

Friday, our citizens were wildly exuberant over a wedding in England.

Two days later, Americans were dancing in the streets over a death in Pakistan.

I’ve already addressed the Royal Wedding. I don’t get the fascination but I certainly don’t mind if others do.

The reaction to death of Osama bin Laden, however, merits a mention in my normally light-hearted blog.

First, I want to be clear that I have the highest regard for those who wear The Uniform and have fought and continue to fight for our country.

I’m not interested in debating the merits of war or political agendas. I am interested in how we Americans react to global events.

As I watched the news throughout the night and listened to the crowds chanting: We’re number 1! We’re number 1!  USA!  USA!  I felt as though I stumbled into a virtual a pep rally.

Tonight the Late Night guys found it to be great fodder for their opening monologues. The audience loved it.

The let’s make this a party atmosphere I saw on TV felt incongruent to me. It seemed to trivialize 10 years of sorrow. I’m certain that wasn’t the intent.

I’ve been more disturbed by what I’ve read. For the past few hours, I’ve been reading blogs and articles regarding Bin Laden’s death. Here I’ve  found a  much different tone. There are common themes: closure, revenge, retaliation, retribution, relief… hate.

Reading the comments to the post and articles, the nearly universal theme is hate.

About 10 feet from the RV door is a thistle. It’s blooming. It’s hearty even though we haven’t had rain for 4 months. It’s been mowed, driven over time and again by semis, wind whipped and sprinkled by Henry. Still it thrives.

That’s the way it is with thistles. Cut them and they grow back. Pull them up and break even a bit of root and they will grow back. Not only will they grow back, they’ll bloom and spread by sending out their seeds in the wind.

Kind of like hate. It has a bloom that attracts and seeds that spread.

I tried hate once. I recognized the seed. I planted it and even nourished it with frequent doses of justification.

Eventually, hatred  put down roots in my heart. It matured and bloomed. Before long, all I had to do was exhale to spread its seeds.

The thing about the thistle that’s so misleading is the attractive purple flower. It looks so innocuous. The thing about hate that’s so misleading is that it feels so right, righteous even. But hatred is a thorny weed that, if not eradicated, alters the shape of the soul.

The Royal Wedding was the only story in town until Sunday night. In time, even an event as monumental as the death of Osama bin Laden will fade from the headlines. It will have faded from the forefront for most by Mother’s Day. What remains is a lessons in weeding.

Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated. ~ Coretta Scott King


6 thoughts on “The Hatred My Friend, Is Blowin’ In The Wind

  1. “I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
    –Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

    At least I and one other blogger agrees with you!

    Huffpost Living

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