Sexual orientation is not a choice. Race is not a choice. Place of birth is not a choice. Ethnic group is not a choice. Hate is a choice.

Sexual orientation is not a choice. Race is not a choice. Place of birth is not a choice. Ethnic group is not a choice. Hate is a choice.

I do not think this aphorism needs a lot of explanation. But it needs to be stated and shared and taught and explained.

If you grow up in a small community and live within that small community, your world is only as large as your personal fishbowl.

Once you start to travel and experience different people and different cultures, you are able to understand so much more than your myopic fishbowl could ever possibly teach you, regardless of where that fishbowl is located. Even in a giant international metropolis. 

Leaving one’s particular confines and exploring enables one to shed the shackles of the home court advantage and go play on the world stage. This comes with vulnerability, when you cannot speak the language and you really need something. It comes with uncertainty when you are trying to make uneducated choices. It delivers uncomfortable feelings when you are off your turf and discover something that you took for granted at home is not the reality where you are currently. And most important, sometimes it puts you into a place where you are the nationality that is looked upon “differently.”

When I moved to Hawaii at age 19, I did not realize that the United States had taken over their sovereign nation just a few years prior to my being born. Hawaii became a state in the year I was born, so at 19, barely any real time had passed. I did not understand why they hated haoles (their slur for Caucasions) and I did not understand why some of them did not like me. My friend and I would read about a soldier washing up dead on the beach because he danced with a local girl at a club. Another friend was hitchhiking and was picked up and they turned down a road in the sugar cane where they were going to beat him up. He jumped from the Jeep and escaped. 

So there was this girl who was a cashier at a local convenience store. She was Tongan and she scowled at me every time I came in. I decided I was going to get her to smile at me. I tried every day, with no luck. I even told her that one day I was going to get her to smile at me, but she wasn’t having it.  Persistence paid off, and one day I found the perfect line (do not remember what it was), but she smiled and I called her out on it, and from that day forward, we became friendly. 

It was a giant lesson for me, one that has never been lost. Being the race that is unfairly discriminated against. My family did not take over their state. I was just a kid trying to see if I could live in paradise. Why should they hate me? (Well, I was a white boy with no rhythm, playing my drum set in my home, so if you lived near me, I could make a case for not liking me.)

I watch the abject stupidity of a government trying to make rules like “Don’t say gay.”

Are you fucking kidding me? Who in their right mind wants a child to feel abject hatred over their sexual orientation, color of skin, nationality or ethnicity? What kind of a human being can get to a point of deciding that they would rather camouflage their fear of the unknown fully knowing that children will commit suicide rather than weather that level of intense hatred?

It is ignorant. It is torturous. It is sadistic. And it must be dealt with. I am reading a great book by Erik Larson about Winston Churchill during the war. I admire Churchill immensely. He is running a war against Hitler wearing pink pajamas, unmodestly taking meetings with staff while Churchill sits in a bath tub taking a bath. Humans are strange beasts. All of us.  We do unpredictable things and like wild disparate things and crave other things in private. It is par for the course.

In my experience, a lot of the ignorant hatred comes from people who are desperately in conflict with their own issues. J. Edgar Hoover, was a prosecuting monster as the head of the FBI all the while wearing women’s undergarments under his suit every day!

I could understand a fear of homosexuals if they were riding around in pickup trucks looking for heterosexuals and beating them bloody with baseball bats and other instruments of horror. I cannot standby quietly and not speak up for a gay couple who want the right to live a nice reasonable life together, without fear of prosecution, persecution or execution. It just doesn’t cut it in my book, and for every state that needs to legislate their own hatred onto others, there needs to be massive repercussions that cause those states to evaluate their need to hate vs. their need for revenue and other perks. When their perks and cash dwindle in the face of their abject stupidity and we hit them in the pocket book for treating people unfairly, I believe as Teddy Roosevelt said, “When you’ve got them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.” (Which is a funny choice of conclusions to use as a path to making people stop hating homosexuals, but in this case, it is true.)

Race and ethnicity have been attacked since the dawn of humanity. It is a behavior of humans to find conflict with others out of jealousy, fear, envy and greed. Only when people’s needs are fairly met will these issues find cause to dissolve. Until then, we are left with people in their myopic fish bowl, thinking the world is their way or the highway. (Again funny, because if they hit the highway themselves and looked elsewhere, they would have some experiences of merit too.)

Hatred is a choice. One that needs to be battled day after day with education, exposure, determination and tenacity. You cannot beat the hatred out of another person, it is impossible. You can only educate it out of them.

Happy Tuesday!

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Written by Brian Weiner
When I was 5 years old, I discovered that the lemon tree in the backyard + dixie cups + water and sugar and I was in business. I have been hooked on that ever since. In 1979, I borrowed $14,000 to create a brand new product... photographic greeting cards with no text on the inside, called Paradise Photography. That was the start of The Illusion Factory. Since then, The Illusion Factory has been entrusted by all of the major studios and broadcasters with the advertising and marketing of over $7 billion in filmed, live, broadcast, gaming, AR, VR and regulated gaming forms of entertainment, generating more than $100 Billion in revenue and 265 awards for creativity and technology for our clients. When I took a break from film school at UCLA to move to Hawaii, my mother did not lecture me. Instead, she took 150 of her favorite aphorisms and in her beautiful calligraphy, wrote them artistically throughout a blank journal. That is the origin of the Lessons from the Mountain series. Since then, on my journeys to the top of a mountain to watch the sunrise, I have spent countless hours contemplating words of wisdom from the sages of all races, genders and political persuasions, constantly accumulating the thoughts to guide me on my life path. I hope you enjoy my books. Please let me know your thoughts, as I highly value your feedback!