I sometimes get into Twitter wars.
I can’t help it; I see people posting stuff that is racist or prejudiced and I find it hard to keep quiet.
So I try and engage.
I’ve tried in different ways.
Hey, that doesn’t sound so democratic…
Hey, I know you’re angry but maybe you’re directing your anger at the wrong people…
You know I don’t really like being called a Jewish pig, that’s kinda generalising don’t you think?
What I have not yet learned is that it hardly ever helps, no matter which tactic you choose, to talk to haters. You can try engage seriously and ask questions about why or what. You can say you think burning libraries is not such a good idea or that using Hitler as a role model is pretty damn dangerous
It mostly lands up in a barrage of name calling and doesn’t get anybody anywhere.
I leave the conversations feeling battered, shattered and pretty terrified of the hatred that is out there.
The last guy I tried to chat to was a student praising Mcebo Dlamini for being a Hitler lover.
Dlamini is one of the leaders of the Fees Must Fall movement at Wits University. He digs Hitler. People dig him. It’s mad.
When I said I didn’t think that Black Consciousness leader Steve Biko would’ve approved of such blatant anti-semitism he called me ‘a white supremacist and of course Hitler was right and we should all have landed up in the gas…’oh oops there goes the 140 character Twitter limit and I’m kinda glad I didn’t have to hear the end of the rant.
I need to walk away.
I also need to remember that the haters are in the minority, that they just seem to take over and make everything awful but honestly, most things are good and most people are good and we all want the same which is peace and health, wine and cake, also respect, freedom and equality and goddammit let’s go after all these good things that we deserve, let’s just do it together and harmoniously and yeah, I’m dreaming again hey.
We need to chill out.
Smoke some weed.
Set fire to joints instead of libraries.
Have great sex.
And love, a whole lot more.