Anger can look like hate. It’s not. Hate is the face we give to fear when we don’t want to look afraid. Hate is also the title we give to other people’s anger when we don’t want to acknowledge why someone is angry.
Hate is a proactive, destructive act, and we [feel we] must destroy what we hate.
Different than being “upset” at a loss that we knew was a potential outcome to any event, anger is a reactive state to a loss that shouldn’t have happened.
I’m upset Bernie lost. But I’m angry that the party I identified with for so many years has abandoned so many of the principles that I thought it stood to champion, principles that I used to believe distinguished it from those who I thought were our adversaries.
I’m angry that Bill went from averaging $150,000 a speech as an ex-president to $500,000 a speech as soon as Hillary became Secretary of State. I’m angry that an ex-president’s foundation has collected billions of dollars from special interests, many of which are foreign interests with
shady terrible human rights records, with active business before our government – from weapons to uranium to fracking – while his spouse maintains an active pursuit of the presidency.
I’m angry that the spouse of a former president can pretend that nepotism represents any form of breaking a glass ceiling, as if “You too can marry a president and then one day become president yourself” is a proper message for the advancement of equality we want to tell our sisters and daughters.
I’m angry because I’ve spent half a lifetime supporting the party that rallied on about reducing the role of special interest money in politics, only to see… the poster child for special interest money elevated to
our the Democrats’ champion.
I’m angry because I wanted to believe that we at least had the Democrats to fight for open and honest elections, only to see the ongoing DNC leaks prove otherwise.
I’m angry because I’m being told everything I thought I was fighting for, issues that affect the health and well being of 99% of the population, has to be given up or I don’t care about a handful of largely settled social issues that have as much chance of going back into the Genie’s bottle as meaningful gun control does of passing anywhere.
And finally, I’m pissed off because we had a once in a generation chance to elevate someone who truly walked the walk, and our “allies,” who also spent their lives listing all the positive qualities they wanted in a mate, tossed them all aside for an arranged marriage (or a hormonal rush) and are now justifying why this was okay, dismissing their “perfect” match because they weren’t really a member of their
race religion social class party.
And now rather than fight the one party over their obvious corruption and their kowtowing to economic elites that are stratifying society by exacerbating poverty and hollowing out the middle class, I have to fight both parties while the one says their shit sandwich is so much better because they put lettuce and tomato on it.
And if you don’t like it? Why do you hate lettuce and tomato?
(Cross-posted in its entirety from WayoftheBern.)