I do believe indus is honest in their dislike, hatred even of immigrants and Muslims to the point where there is motivation for them to be dishonest.
No one should be assaulted or subjected to threats of physical violence if those things happened to Indus and their wife that behavior is unacceptable. Also unacceptable is lying about or exaggerating minor interactions to stoke dislike of others. As described the infamous shopping cart incident appears to be the latter.
I believe this is your honest opinion. What I question is your need to have it. Isn’t it enough to know that to be a bigot one has to lie to oneself? You are expressing contempt for bigoted behavior which to me can’t be justified because feeling contempt for others just harms you and will do nothing to improve the other person. A bigot is already fucked. Any lies they tell is just minor additional frosting on the cake.
What fractures the cold dead heart of a bigot, in my opinion is love. I know exactly the rage you feel toward the damage bigotry does and my whole life experience is a desire to curse the world I live in. I feel all the hate bigots do. Their presence in the world offends me. They trigger me, they make me feel like they do, but can this be what is really healthy?
Should I not feel instead compassion for their sickness, that they hate what they should love? The only bigot in the world I can maybe fix is me.
The brother of my stepmother was a football lineman jock, a specimen of physical beauty and an an enlisted Navy sailor, hit on by many a gay man he’d proudly talk about beating up. And low and behold he had two daughters, one a feminist and gay rights supporter and my other cousin, a wonderful brilliant full of life loving lesbian dynamo. Imagine what that did to the conservative bigotry of his and my deeply Republican Mother.
I cannot accept this feeling that it is others who soil my world because I believe there others who have left hatred behind. I have been in the presence of such people and think what I see is real.
At the moment I am trying to discover what payback I think I get from anger. It’s likely some sort of chemical addiction but I feel there is a subjective experience I need to find. I know that it, the anger, is there when I forget to be awake. So when that happens I try to be here in the now.