What is the racist—the hater—so frightened of? Men, women and children, mainly. They are frightened of ordinary people who happen to look different, possibly speak with a different accent, attend a different place of worship.
It is unfortunate that it sometimes takes an act of such cruelty to bring out the best of mankind. But it is also fortunate that the best is there, ready to manifest in time of need.
The vast majority of people in the world are good. They have their hopes and dreams. They have family and friends whom they love. They have jobs and projects and passions and art.
A shining example just occurred in New Zealand. A week after the insane murder of fifty Muslims and the injury of dozens more—in the name of some twisted “identity”—New Zealanders of all faiths and walks of life mourned the deaths together.
“Love one another.” It’s an adage so common it can seem trite. So simple that it’s hard to believe it can matter. Bad things happen to good people. Sometimes those things are just natural disasters. Floods. Hurricanes. Wild fires.