Oct 27, 2021
3 min read
A Short History Of Hate
When I was a kid, the Irish were my enemy. They would come tearing down the hill from their Catholic school, shouting: “Christ Killer, Christ Killer” and attack, leaving me bloodied and furious. After one such attack when I had been encircled by the neighboring clan and beaten quite badly, my mother, who never interfered with my scrapes, was sufficiently outraged to grab me by the arm and confront the parents of my enemies. It did no good.
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