Since my other thread was a flop, maybe you guys have just never seen love. Ok, I pity you. But surely you’ve seen hatred!
I think the greatest expression of hatred I ever saw was when my mom was screaming at the top of her lungs at me and my sister for lord knows what reason, and was slamming a wooden spoon she used to spank us against the countertop so hard that it actually broke. Yikes! I was pretty young but I’ll never forget it.
What about you? Ever seen anyone murdered in cold blood? Ever seen a baby get thrown off of a carport? Ever microwaved a hamster or tried to teach poodles to fly? Ever seen the Westboro Baptist Church in real life?
Let’s not count things you’ve heard about in the news or in movies or television. What personal hatred have you encountered that will stick with you until the day that you die?
Seconded. What you described was anger, not hatred. I’ve seen some acts of anger that might be viewed as hatred; let me think about this a bit and I’ll let you know.
Yeah, agree. When I was a jackass early teenager, my mom actually once physically attacked me. As in, fists up, swinging hard. Completely out of control, berserker mode. At the time I deserved it. But the whole exchange was kinda ridiculous (I was already physically much larger than her, and I would never hit her) so I just kinda blocked the punches and screamed at her. No physical damage done to either of us.
I spent the night in the garage, the next day we both cried a lot, and then it was over. It was probably good for both of us for things to come to a head and to be able to let off steam like that. I actually did straighten up quite a bit after that.
Pure hatred, well, I’ve never felt nor been the recipient of that.
My father had a legendary temper; it’s still talked about, even though he’s been dead over 16 years. Cursing, throwing things, slamming doors for hours at a time . . . and sometimes physically abusing us kids. This went on practically every day, plus lots of verbal abuse. But it had nothing to do with “hatred.”
I’ve seen real hatred, though. Every gay pride parade is routinely accompanied by the Westboro Baptist Church. That’s “hatred.”
This might not be quite what you’re looking for, but the first thing I thought of when reading the thread title was this SDMB thread, towards a deserving target.
I once worked with a guy who had served in the Pacific in World War II and was still fighting “the dirty Japs.” He once complained loudly and longly because I had a Japenese Evita CD delivered to the office.
ETA: Half-sisters Joan Fontaine and Olivia de Havilland despise each other. Both have vowed not to die until the other one does. They are both in their late 80’s.
“He has the same last name as me and lives in the same house, but that’s all.”
I’ve heard this said by multiple people describing their (non)relationship with neglectful and/or abusive family members. It’s more about resignation and pain than hatred, but it’s one of the deepest expressions of split relationships that I’ve heard.
I used to be a cop. I’ve seen the results of an ax murder, several shootings and some stabbings. I highly respect our police but I was not unhappy to make a career change.
My dad’s (now) ex wife had him arrested for assault, fired him from his own company (She was CEO so he wouldn’t have to pay a lot of child support and back IRS taxes) that he started (and made her millions), paid off people to testify against him in court and…yeah. It’s even Googleable.
But she really, really hated him. She even threw away many of his photographs of us and keepsakes. She hated me, too. Tortured me for years with verbal abuse…she’d wake me up in the middle of the night to go do the dishes. She’d throw my clothes all around the room before school started and tell me to pick them up so I’d be late.
I have a deep abiding hatred for my step father. He was an evil, vendictive, hurtful man and I cannot ever see him again for fear I would simply start beating on him and end up in prison.
When I hear of bad things that happen to him I actually smile at the thought of it.
I recently watched a documentary about the Holocaust. A person speaking about it was not astonished at the inhumanity shown by death camp workers, but by the humanity. These people would kill a few thousand Jews, then party down after a good day’s work. Is that hatred, or indifference?
