Love/Hate is only divided by a fine line. A line so thin that the passion of each is strong enough to cause one to kill. In my personal opinion, hate can’t be maintained at a high level as it will consume the hater or will cause the hater to consume the one they hate via murder (premeditation).
Those that consider themselves a hater of a specific race cannot experience the pure type of hate that exists next to love. Actually, a racist could hate their brother, father, mother, sister, wife, or husband much more easily than a complete stranger. Perhaps a racists takes out his/her hostilities on strangers because they really want to kick the shit out of or kill someone they know (redirected anger).
Regardless of whom it is that we love, we know them or believe that we do. We are also close to them in some form and are thus familiar enough to cause the most damage. It comes as no coincidence after a murder those closest to the victim are subject to scrutiny. Sure it could be a premeditated event, but it could also be a crime of passion done in the heat of the moment: rage (crime of passion/manslaughter).
Usually, murder victims are killed by someone they know. Oh, this is not to say that murder does not occur to individuals that know each other not. It does happen. Look at serial killers for instance. They have no familiarity with their victims and because there is no connection save for the modus operandi, the murderer keeps on ticking until he/she makes a mistake. The same cannot be said about those who know each other as their business is known by someone. The taste of hate is not pleasant and I am glad that it is brief for me at least. ~ Maggie ~ December 14, 2010 @ 10:36 p.m. EST
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