Hate is the sniper that lurks behind the tree, camouflaged by the flashy smiles and blatant denials of a thing called racism. It is the silence that rolls off the tongues of those who stare in despair and disgust as you walk by. Hate is the Politicians in Rwanda, the ethnic cleansing in Kosovo, the wars in Bosnia, and the empty stomachs of starving children in Somalia. Hate is the sound of the approaching Gestapo's boots and the echoes of screams of thousands of Jews.
Hate is the slave drivers and the Middle Passage.
It's the clutching of your purse as a black man passes. It's the tears of Japanese mothers after the nuclear bomb came through. Hate is the greed of Saddam and the sandstorms in Iraq. Hate is the gangs in the streets and the guns that they pack. Hate is not an illusion, for hate lives right across the lake in seclusion.