I have not delved very deeply into Charlie Kirk’s opinions but I do think some of the views he’s quoted as expressing are indeed hateful.
Okay, I get that this is abstract reasoning here, but bear with me.
You perceiving Kirk's views as hateful views is not the same as Kirk advocating hate.
My grandfather believed that miscegenation was sinful. My stepdad is black. My grandfather didn't hate my stepdad.
I can absolutely understand that many people see my grandfather's belief as hateful; my grandfather himself wasn't hateful - he didn't see it as hateful, and he didn't have any hate in his heart toward my stepdad. Doesn't mean there wasn't tension especially early on. There were arguments, there was a lot of anger, it went on for years. It sucked and it was sad and it was painful... but it wasn't
hate.
My mother’s stepfather had raised two unrelated boys during the Great Depression, although he was far from well off himself. He married my grandmother who was widowed with four children. They farmed, and made a modest living from that. Part of the farm included an apple orchard , from which he raised apples and made cider which they sold during my childhood until my grandfather—step grandfather, I suppose, died. During all of those years, although they were not well off enough to afford indoor plumbing until I was 8 or so, my grandfather donated apples every fall to the nearby elementary schools. He thought children should have good food, and fresh fruit. He also sent us to school the first week with a large, perfect and well polished apple for our teacher’s desk. My dad often helped his father in law with heavy work and we kids spent most Sunday afternoons helping or rather ‘helping’ in the apple house for which we were paid a quarter. He was full of stories and liked to let me sit in his lap while he rested in his recliner. He told me stories and I believe was a bit of an artist: I remember him showing me some sketches he had done of the orchard. There was also a fishing pond on the property and for a dollar, people could go back to the pond and try their luck.
One Sunday, we were there and a man and his son knocked on the door and asked if they could go to the pond to fish, two dollars in the father’s hand. They were black. My grandfather, knowing I was there next to him, questioned the man sharply, in ways that were designed to make him squirm. When he felt he had sufficiently humiliated the man in front of his son, who was about my age (6 yo), he agreed to allow them to go back to fish. I don’t remember the next words he spoke to me, but they included something along the lines of ‘He seems ok for a (n word). This was followed up by questioning me about whether or not there were any little ( n-word) boys in my class, and that I needed to be careful they did not ‘ get next to me’ or similar, which, as an adult I recognized he was trying to warn me that another six year old might try to rape me. Because he was black. I remember feeling sick at his words and after that, I avoided my grandfather aside from the obligatory kids bellow and goodbye. I still loved him, but I wanted nothing to do with him.
Decades later, after he had been dead for more than 20 years, we found out he was in the Klan.
So my grandfather, who was in many ways very kind and generous and warm was also a virulent racist who attempted to convert a 6 year old child to his brand of racism.
Most people have many sides. The kindness and generosity that were such a part of my grandfather existed right next to the most hateful display of racism I had ever seen.
I think it is so of most racists. They have jobs, work hard, love their families. Often they are involved in their communities and even churches. They are often well respected.
None of that erases the vile racism. It doesn’t even a little bit mitigate the evil inherent in those racist beliefs.
Quote me ever blaming anything on libtards. If you mean I blame something on you guys, that really isn't on point -- not a one of you shows any sign of being liberal.
