Short Post, I am Heartbroken

On my first day of sixth grade, in a new school and living in a new place, one of my fellow students decided he wanted to fight the new kid, me. After school had ended we met at an adjacent vacant lot. Many of the other students followed us to watch the fight. I had no idea why this guy wanted to fight me, I didn't know him and knew nothing about him; but, he wanted to prove something to someone.

I was shocked that so many people wanted to stay after school to watch two kids fight and that none cared what the reason was. As I walked to the empty lot I told all those following that I thought they were sick for wanting to watch two children fight. I think that only solidified why the love of my life fell in love with me who I had only met that same day and in that same class. My first day in sixth grade was met with one woman who fell in love with me, the same woman who I fell in love with and one young man who wanted to beat me up just for being me.

A bunch of jerks who claim to be Nazis and Klansmen decided to piss off a bunch of people who believe they are communists and anti-fascists. The media cheers one side on, it doesn't really matter which. What does it matter which side you choose in a fight, the problem is when you seek fights. The problem is when you seek bloodshed and hate. Hate for anyone is evil.

You know what I expect from "thought leaders"? I expect them to teach tolerance and mercy and love and forgiveness, not hate and violence. Not on any side, because the sides are love and hate in the end and anyone who teaches hate creates their own hell. Hate is the world they will live in if it is the only world they create to live in. That breaks my heart.

UPDATE:

Sorry, I left out something you are probably asking. Yes, I won the fight. I had him on the ground in a choke hold. He through a few punches that I easily blocked, I waited for him to expend that early energy and then I jumped him and put him down and in a choke hold. I put him in a choke hold and asked him to stop and if he was done. I don't think I have ever thrown the first punch in my life and if I did, I don't remember and the only person that could correct me is probably my brother. If anyone could remind me of something like that, it would be from when I was very young and it would be my brother.

Violence in response to hate is worse than hate, it is hate moved to action. It is the physical manifestation of evil in our hearts. I don't care what the reason is.