Today Leonard Pitts column was on the infamous anti-Semite, racist and well known misogynist, Mel Gibson.
I read it in the Dallas Morning News but I am linking you to the source.
When I read it the most important part wasn’t about the sado-masochistic Gibson who displays his sick paraphilia in every film he makes or stars in. He has become one of those people whose products I will neither buy nor watch.
More important was a passage in Mr. Pitts’ column:
People tend to have this naive notion about hate. They think it’s something you can see at 20 paces, something obvious and over-the-top, like the Nazis Jack Kirby drew for Marvel Comics; you always knew they were evil from their craggy teeth and bad skin.
But hate looks like a grandmother baking cookies, a teacher standing in front of the class, a preacher opening his Bible. It looks like you or me, like anybody anywhere.
The philosopher Hannah Arendt famously wrote of what she called the “banality of evil.” Well, there is a banality to hatred, too. We are conditioned to expect a grand, operatic malevolence, but there is nothing grand about it. Hatred is ordinary, hatred is insipid, hatred is small and mean. It is a series of compromises made with conscience, an expedience that bypasses thought and compassion.