We are not friends if the magnetic north of your moral compass is more dependent on the letter of the law or worse, the whims of politicians and law enforcement officers, than the spirit of Justice.
We are not friends if your loyalty is dependent on my proximity to “whiteness” or my agreement with whatever the running establishment determines who is in the higher caste deems acceptable.
You are welcome to think whatever you like. You are welcome to say whatever you like in your own space. You are welcome to be as wrong, as monstrous, and as fucked up as you can get away with in this world.
I am equally free though, to dislike or even hate you for being a jerk or a tool.
I don’t owe my friendship to people who don’t give me theirs.
I will not accept being disrespected.
And I not only don’t run from the label, I welcome and relish being the villain to people with an agenda to disrespect and disempower me. I love that people who condone and justify monsters hate the shit out of me. Their foaming at the mouth feels like the gentle caress of sea foam against my ankles on a sunny day.
Yes, I know it’s not as trendy as forgiveness or not giving a fuck, but I am not a follower of trends.
I understand that I am not such a prize that many people care what I think. I probably have one of the least read blogs in the world. However, if someone does want to be close to me, then they must be as careful with my heart as I am with theirs, and as careful to respect me as I respect them, or they will lose my respect, and then my attention.
Today I lost a pretender, not the worst, but still someone whose opinions I now understand explain a lot about his behavior towards me. His mock concern in recent times was apparently a false face to make me think he had some honor. When it came time to divide the determination of the authorities from morality and human rights though, he regurgitated American “white” male pity party propaganda.
So, that’s the end of that.
I don’t keep tools as friends. They are traitors.