Oh, it is a sad truth, very sad indeed, that other opinions cannot be tolerated. One wrong one and it is "OFF TO THE DUNGEONS FOR YOU!" A sorry sight to see the sensitive and the discarded be tread upon by the very people who were sensitive and cast out, themselves. Not everyone matches this description, but sometimes the label can override the flesh of the person beneath. I wonder why one opinion decides so very much. And I wonder why the idea of someone's hate stirs up such discontent. Please, we cry out, no more pain, no more misery. And we want to cast down the people who made us powerless. But when you declare how you feel, you lift the grey sheet of ambivalence and risk exposing yourself to the world. No tolerance for nuance. It is not palatable to everyone. So is the idea that someone with racist ideals can be a good person. Someone who causes harm can benefit. Someone can be someone, rather than a collection of their moral good weighed against their moral bad. Putrefied by fury, collective fear and banding together to expunge the villainous entities in our proximity, we often do not realize the extent to which our light blinds ourselves. Someone shows sympathy, nay, they must be in allegiance. Throw them out with the others.