Hate is a very strong word and a terrible thing, but I'm human and I've been witness to terrible, terrible things that cause me to hate for the harm that peoples actions have done to others and myself. My old age has brought me so much anger over this that I have no peace. I hope that someday I can someone find a way to forgive these people that I can be free of anger and hate, but in the meantime, I hold them accountable.
Mrs. Bartley was my 3rd grade school teacher. She was a very large, fat women with some weird growth in one of her eyes that made her very scary to look at. In 3rd grade I had two classmates that were developmentally challenged. Back then we'd use the word mentally retarded, but these days such a word is no longer politically correct. Mrs. Bartley always had two pieces of dowel rod in the class room. I can't say for a fact that I'm pretty sure one of them was at least an inch thick. Whenever a student acted up in some way that displeased Mrs. Bartley there was a pretty good chance that you were going to get a beating by at least the thinner of these two dowel rods. Now Joey and Richard, the two developmentally challenged students frequently had behavior outside the norms of a typical 3rd grade student and when this occurred Mrs. Bartley would mercilessly beat these boys with the thicker of the two sticks. No bones about it, it was flat out child abuse. Those poor boys, through little blame of their own were abused, over and over and the rest of the classroom including me were forced to bear witness to this abuse which tortures me to this day including nightmares about these events that occurred more than 50 years ago. For this I hate Mrs. Bartley and I hope and pray that that bitch is burning in hell as I type this.