I’ve been thinking about humanity a lot, recently, and in many ways, I hate us as a species.
I hate the way we never learn, with the myth of ‘home by Christmas’ repeated naively throughout history, and marriage inequality deemed as okay by so many when history has shown us with painful clarity where prejudice can lead. I hate that the Holocaust has already revealed to us the worst-case consequences of fearing and hating, or even simply resenting, a group of people without thought or reason, has illustrated where bitterness-fuelled manipulability can lead, and yet still today gays, Muslims, trans people, immigrants, experience such pain at the hands of other people’s prejudice, other people’s thoughtless bias and loathing.
I hate humanity like I hate films and books that have fantastic premises, fantastic ideas behind them, fantastic potential, but that manage to let themselves down. Films and books that should have been something amazing, but somehow manage not to be. We are compassionate, intelligent creatures; yet we mock those who apply their compassion and intelligence in ways that our preconceived and unfounded prejudices are challenged by. We can empathise with and understand one another, and yet we succeed in closing off that empathy to so many of our fellow humans. I hate how we use religions to make our own ideas and prejudices sacred, to elevate them beyond criticism or interrogation. I hate how we rush to find someone, anyone, to blame, for anything and everything, or to follow the line of someone else’s pointed finger. And yet we could be so much better, so much more critical, more rational, more compassionate; we could cause each other so much less harm. We could place fairness before politeness, real widespread happiness and wellbeing before getting along day-to-day, justice before the fear of feather-ruffling. We could accept harmless diversity, and work to eliminate our prejudices. We could allow ourselves to care about all of our fellow humans.
We shouldn’t see the Holocaust as something alien, the fault solely of Evil People with whom we have no parity. We shouldn’t see X-Men as purely a superhero film, dismissing the sight of a young boy trying to cut off his own wings when discovering, horrified, that he will never, harmless and even beautiful as his mutation may be, meet the expectations of his father or his society. We shouldn’t instantly dub someone making different life choices to ourselves as immoral or wrong. We shouldn’t feel that cruelty is alright when directed towards some.
We should, and we can, think about everything, in order to try to reduce the pain, and increase the joy, we bring to people, in as real and significant a way as we can manage. We should be willing to examine the very essentials of what we think we know, and to discard of these what is harmful and baseless. We should want to really help each other, not just to allay our guilt.
I feel like I hate us, sometimes, because we could be so much better, but I’m not sure that we ever will.