Why I hate people
There is a character in the film
The Secret Life of Bees called May. May couldn’t stand
all the bad in the world and she’d write the bad things down on
pieces of paper and stick them into crevices in a brick wall at her
house in an attempt to let them go. She ends up killing herself. The
story was that she took on all that evil; she felt it. She couldn’t
not feel it. And it killed her.
I get May.
I hate people and the awful things they do. Some people might like
to say that hate is a strong word. But all it really means is “a
passionate dislike” for something. I dislike people…passionately. I
like individuals, many of them quite a lot. But as a group, as a
whole, I can’t stand people. Perhaps it’s best to say I hate
Here are my top ten reasons why.
What kind of person throws trash out of her car? I have seen it in
parking lots and at stoplights and on the highway. People hang their
hands out of their windows and drop their trash. Like the world is
their trash can.
I can’t take a walk in a park or on the beach without having to look
at people’s cigarette butts, their dirty diapers, their empty soda
cans and beer bottles. I’ve found used condoms in the park. I’ve
climbed mountains and seen the view tarnished by some stupid
cretin’s tossed granola bar wrapper. I’ve hiked forests and been
forced to pass your juice box straws on the trail.
How gross do you have to be to just toss your trash in the bushes?
What’s wrong with you? Litterers are creeps for two reasons. One,
they clearly think their trash is someone else’s problem. And two,
they don’t care about nature—they don’t see its beauty. So, they’re
creeps and I hate them. Every time I go for a walk out in nature, I
am reminded of how much I hate people. Don’t even get me started on
major community and corporate pollution.
There is no limit, apparently, to human stupidity. People believe
all kinds of the stupidest stuff. They don’t bother to learn about
the scientific method. Hell, what am I saying? Most people are too
stupid to even understand the scientific method. They don’t
understand what makes a proper scientific test. So, they believe it
when someone says
they did a study
and proved that if you say bad or good words to jars of water, the
water will react chemically to the words. That’s one of the
stupidest things I’ve ever heard. But people believe it. If you
believe something that stupid, you’ll believe anything. And if you
believe anything, you’re dangerous, frankly.
Here is a short and incomplete list of things that are stupid. If
you believe these things are true or “work,” you’re stupid.
Vaccines causing autism
Foot pads that absorb toxicity from your body
These things are not real; they do not work. They’re fictions. Why
do you believe in them?
And yes, I know that smart people can also believe in stupid things;
I probably believe in stupid things. That only makes me hate people
People take stupidity to a whole new level with religion. If you
want to believe there is a god and he cares about you, fine. But
that’s not enough for most people, apparently. They have to have a
holy book and claim it was at least inspired by, and at most
written by their god. And then they go on to claim some weird
moral code based on it.
They have to get other people to believe in it, too; so they’re out
there proselytizing. Or forcing laws on people based on their
religions. There are people in the Middle East still beheading women
for adultery based on their insane religious moral code. What is
wrong with people?
There are people in the United States right now who can’t figure out
what’s wrong with having Christian prayers in public schools.
They’ve got some kind of mental block that causes them to have
absolutely no understanding, no idea, that it is not a teacher’s
place to pray with other people’s children. It never occurs to them
that Jews or Muslims or atheists or Wiccans or people of other
religious persuasions might not want their children taught
Christianity. They are so certain that their religion is true that
they can’t fathom the possibility that they could be wrong.
Religion does that to people. I hate them for it.
There is so much wrong with religion, and so little right. But
people cling to it. They cling to it for hope, I get that. But they
also cling to it to feel superior to other people; they use it to
rationalize their hatred of other people. And they use it to control
Put stupidity and religion together in the human animal and what
have you got? Fanaticism. Fanaticism gets you people carrying signs
around town with pictures of supposedly aborted fetuses on them. It
gets weirdos kneeling on the steps of the Supreme Court building
praying that the phrase Under God won’t be ruled unconstitutional.
Fanaticism gets people shooting abortion doctors. Fanaticism gets
people flying planes into buildings, blowing trucks up in front of
child care centers, beheading people on camera, shooting at children
playing in the street. Fanaticism turns people into bombs.
Fanaticism is insane. I hate it. And I hate people because they are
prone to it.
Fanaticism can start with something really simple, something that
you think is innocent. Like flying the flag after our country has
been attacked. Everybody standing up and singing the national anthem
for no real reason because it “promotes unity.” What it does is lead
to fanaticism. You start flying the flag and singing praises to your
country and you can bet you’re going to war. I hate fanaticism.
Humans can’t stand freedom. They want everybody else to live like
they do, to think like they do, believe like they do, dress like
they do, vote like they do. It’s not enough for a person to be
against something and so refrain from it in his own life. No, he’s
got to go out and make sure no one else does it or uses it or buys
People look around and see problems and think they can fix them by
controlling other people. Everyone’s getting fat? Well, we have to
make it so a person can’t buy too much soda at one time. Or we
should force restaurants to cook a certain way. We should tax
cigarettes and alcohol so much that people can’t afford them. We
can’t legalize drugs because then everyone will just get high. We
can’t let people park their boats in their yards or paint their
houses a non-approved color or plant the wrong plants!
Everywhere we’ve got councils of stupid, petty fanatics trying to
run our lives from the puffed up politicians in Washington to the
neighborhood associations. People trying to control other people. I
hate it. Government, even when begun with the best of intentions
regarding freedom, always devolves into corruption and excessive
control. Always. That tells me that people are inherently
corrupt. Some want control so they can enrich themselves. Others
feel enriched by controlling others. Either way, it’s ugly.
People are cruel. On purpose. There are people who tell other people
they should just kill themselves, just because they don’t like what
that person has to say. There are people who criticize and harangue
children to tears. Those people are usually their parents. Women and
girls gather in groups to torment other women and girls, make fun of
them, ostracize them, spread ugly rumors about them. Men treat their
wives like trash, berate them, humiliate them. Boys attack weaker or
nicer boys in locker rooms. There are people who actually go onto
news stories about children dying of cancer and post awful comments,
hoping to cause more pain to the parents. What is wrong with people?
People act like packs of hungry dogs when they can find a weaker
“other” to torment. That’s not accurate, really. Dogs aren’t happy
to attack another dog. But people are happy when they attack. They
get positively giddy when they get to gang up on someone. It’s like
the group bonds and grows stronger because it has a common “enemy”
to harass. I hate people.
People are afraid of other people—the ones who don’t look like them
and talk like them, the ones who don’t worship the same god, or
worship him in the same way. Fearful people are cruel, violent,
fanatical. They’re crazy. The worst prejudice is racism. And let’s
just get it out there—it is a lie that oppressed people cannot be
racist. Oppressed groups are not in a position to exert authority
over and oppress their oppressors, but they can and often are just
as racist. It’s the same for feminism and misogyny. Feminists can
absolutely be misandrist—they can hate men with just as much fervor
as misogynists hate women.
The idea that people are lesser than you because of the color of
their skin, the genitals they have, their sexual preferences, their
religion, or whatever other bizarre thing you can come up with to
make yourself feel like you’re better than they are, is disgusting.
But it’s very human. And I hate it. Bigots of every sort are vile.
4. Animal abuse
I hate people because so many of them are capable of harming
animals. I get that we are omnivores—we eat just about everything
and that includes meat. I get that it’s more efficient at this point
in our society to slaughter and process our meat on a large scale
instead of every family trying to hunt its own meat. I’m not talking
about being carnivorous so, vegetarians, don’t get all excited. In
fact, I’m not even talking about hunting deer and other animals that
are intended to be eaten. I don’t like hunting. I don’t understand
how a person can, when there’s plenty of meat at the grocery store,
look at a beautiful buck out in the forest minding its own business
and then kill it. In fact, I think there’s something very wrong with
people who can do that. But if you’re going to eat it, go ahead.
But I will never understand the disgusting, vile practice of killing
elephants, or rhinos, or any other animal just for the “sport” of
it. That’s not sport. It’s sick. So is killing an elephant just for
its ivory tusks. That means owning ivory is sick. I hate people who
Worse are people who abuse dogs and cats—creatures they’re supposed
to be responsible for. The person who beats his dog, or leaves it
changed to a tree and starves it to death. I can’t even fathom what
kind of monstrous person does that. People are awful.
3. Child abuse
I’d like to say that anyone who beats a child, kicks a child,
starves a child, molests or has sex with a child, or kills a child
is inhuman, but that would be a lie. They’re human all right. And
that’s why I hate humans.
Humans kill each other. How sick and twisted is that? People
actually plan the murders of people they know. They’re stupid
enough, or arrogant enough, or both, to think they’ll get away with
it. Other times, it’s not planned; people get angry and snap—lash
out and end up killing someone. Sometimes we do it because it’s so
easy. Guns make murdering each other easy. Americans love their
guns. But we don’t need guns, do we? No. People strangle other
people, knife them to death, poison them, beat them to death, or
capture them and torture them to death. There are people (sorry,
guys, but it’s mostly men) who actually prey on other people (mostly
women). They stalk them and murder them. I hate reading the news. I
Worse? People murder children. They go into their schools and gun
them down. They blow them up. They drown them. They beat them to
death in their own homes. They kidnap, rape, and murder them. I hate
Worse than that? You think it could get worse? It does. People walk
around with smiles on their faces while all of this is going on. I
don’t get people at all.
I can’t fathom war. Large scale slaughter of the “other” over land,
power, money, religion, stupidity. What’s worse is that fat, white,
old men sit in locked rooms figuring out how they can, for their
personal gain, send other people’s sons and daughters off to some
“other” place to kill and be killed. People do that. And the
weirdest, sickest thing about it is that these rich, powerful creeps
have the full support of the mindless lunatics they control. They’ve
convinced us we’re fighting for our freedom. We wave the flag and
cheer the soldiers (we call them “warriors” without flinching) and
demonize the enemy. I can’t love people as long as they love war.
Humanity is sick. The answer is not more religion, more control,
more cruelty, more government, more war. The answer to our sickness
is not more sickness. If you want to know the truth, there is no
answer to our sickness. There is no cure for humanity. The best we
can do is find some good close to home—find a reason to smile each
day without forgetting the horror being visited upon those less
fortunate. Muddle through. And try not to be human.