Before I start, I want to say that I wrote this when I was so angry about the things that were done to me. Replaying the ostracization and downright abusive cruelty from people who decided I was guilty solely based on the fact of what they were told to believe, provoked an anger within me that was radioactive.
We need anger, it teaches us worth. But we also need to transmute that anger if we want to become the people we aspire to be. And, yes, anger will guide us there. It’s when we get there that we have the choice- the anger can continue to be our sole reason of existence, or it can sit with us in those quiet moments as a reminder of our worth.
This post made me realize that I’ve fallen on both sides of the spectrum- the person who was crucified and the person whose anger was so encompassing, that I became the “good” person.
And for anyone who says, “I would never get duped,” there have been plenty of times where you’ve heard the first story before you heard the full story.
This is NOT to excuse anyone’s behaviors or diminish anyone’s experiences, this is an invitation to look within. So it goes…
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For my entire life, I always struggled to fit the expectations of what it meant to be a “good” person, only to realize that this word became sanctified by the very people whose moral compass could use a good shaking.
But when we look at how Operation Paperclip is the grandfather of it all, it makes sense. Only 24 Nazi soldiers were charged in the first trial, while over 1,600 of them came to work for our government.
The weaponization of Nazi tactics proved to be too effective to pass up on. It was a pretty package wrapped up neatly for the “good” people- tactics that are still in use today.
I cannot begin to stress enough that this is NOT about politics. This is about what people do to one another thinking that because they’re “good” people, they’re absolved of the very things that make us human.
Because after all, these “good” people are the very ones who claim they would have done something to help the persecuted. The thing is, based on my own experiences with the self-proclaimed morally superior, they’re the ones who wouldn’t have just watched the trains pass by.
No. They would have waited at the station to kick them until they fell, only to continue kicking them when they’re down on the ground.
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The lens through which they view right and wrong has become so distorted that they think maladaptivity IS empathy.
What they don’t realize is that evil exists because of evil people. Evil thrives because of “good” people.
The “good” people tell us to choose the lesser of two evils. Evil should never be an option, so how about refusing to choose it at all?
The “good” people consistently defend evil only to say they’re playing devil’s advocate. But they don’t defend us when we need someone to have our backs.
The “good” people will tell us to be the bigger person. Since when did being the bigger person mean being stripped of every ounce of your dignity?
The “good” people will demand a mountain of evidence from us while devouring the words of an abuser like it’s gospel. When did false prophets become holier than God?
The “good” people will point out the times we lost our temper as character flaws while justifying the evil actions of someone else. When did human emotions become moral deficiencies?
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Our realities are perverted to satiate their delusions. The very reason they think they’re good is also why millions died during the Holocaust.
They burn the fires for evil as if they’re the arbiters of justice. They watch the defilement of others as if it’s a rerun of their favorite guilty pleasure. They laugh at the humiliation of others as if it’s the very thing that hasn’t stripped them of their humanity.
They’ll do everything to show you your own flaws, but they’ll never look in the proverbial mirror. Because it may actually shatter the delusions they have about themselves.
I’ll see you soon…in the meantime, love yourself so much that even a Hallmark Christmas movie would be jealous.
