[Note: Persons who interpret Hate in some childish way, such as a symptom of fear, or in the absurd academic sense of Hate as being a form of impotence; a being bound to, are kindly requested not to answer.]
Generally speaking, Hate is what grows into human beings, into the core of their life, until it becomes existence itself. Slaves for the most part loved their masters, for instance in the old South, in America. This is straightforwardly recorded in oral histories taken closer to the turn of the century. Harriet Tubman said, in this connection, I would have saved infinitely more if only they had known they were salves. On the other hand, for the most part, the masters Hated their slaves, which is patently obvious if one judge by the truth of the manifest oppression of slavery itself, only concealed by various notions of a paternalist character. Hate, indeed, is the root spring of all creation. Luther knew that the envy of the higher clergy fueled his, which was the twenty first full scale revolt, against Catholicism. Comte de Buffon asserted “the lion is the king of the jungle”. At the founding of the most elitist of the French schools, as the revolution was busied sprinkling blood, Daubenton, then eighty, and finally out of the shadow of Buffon, remarked, “the lion is not the king of the jungle.” Why does the human seek to deceive itself? For, though Hate, genuinely this malignant Hate that moves in the core of all beings, grows into all beings, and is their very being, it is everywhere not noticed. For who can notice what is so close to themselves? Think of all those beings, who under the doctrine of full spectrum superiority of the United State’s military prowess, call themselves free and equal born Progressives. So deep is their hate for all human beings they speak of loving them as they kill them.
I don’t expect the group to be convinced by this sketch, but only to set their own eyes to the art of seeing Hate by their own means. Other details of Hate’s power might be brought forward by the group. Assertion means nothing, only genuine insight persuades.