I have never experienced hate much in my adult life until now.
Born in Tehran, Iran in 1968 and moved just before revolution and hostage crisis, I only got a bit of grief in grade school. Classmates lined up after school to hit me and other bad things. After that mom pulled me and my sibs out of school for a short bit.
I received a sideways look from time to time of someone asks me about my last name or heritage, but it wasn’t till today I noticed real hate.
I shared on my Facebook page an article of an Iranian girl who won bronze in Taekwon do. Within five minutes of doing so, I got a message from a random person “no one cares”. I know at that point I should not have responded, but I did and it only escalated from there.
Then I realize I am only one amongst so many people that go through a much greater extent of this hatred. And how sad, angry or sorry they must feel. I only got an inkling of it and it is terrible.
Has our world really come to this? Are there more people that hate or despise than there are those that love?
I want to have faith in mankind, but it is dwindling away more each day.
I am a proud Iranian, lover of people, pets, nature, peace and beauty.