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Saturday, March 18, 2006
Big Ideas Lawrence Raab
I read the papers and think about hatred: and the way ideas, especially big ideas, look more and more like excuses for hatred. Once hatred sets you free you can turn to it when you need it, but after a while, if you have a knife or a gun, more guys on your side, you don't need it, and you destroy the village because you can, because it's in your way. Every morning: more reports of suffering. It's terrible, we say, it's awful. But we can hear how brittle and abstract that sounds. It's terrible to know about it. Where is the idealism of my youth? Where was it even then? All around us the war we were trying to avoid kept pressing in, and kids like me were getting stoned and listening to Jimi Hendrix and The Doors and then walking off into the jungle and dying. I don't feel guilty for refusing to fight. I don't feel good about it either. And I think even then I knew too many
different things to learn to hate so purely it could have swept me cleanly and completely out of myself. Perhaps that's what civilization means, knowing too much to be able to feel only one way. But who hasn't imagined committing some unforgivable act? What does it prove that most of us don't? We watch the news, we read the papers, afraid, sometimes, of what we understand.