I hate hate. I try very hard to never hate and always forgive.

Yesterday I was talking to my parents about the state of the world and the conversation slowly turned to equity, inclusion, and social justice. Toward the end of this conversation my dad said something like, “historically disenfranchised groups have been pitted against each other to aid the privileged, super wealthy and super powerful people.” I knew this to be true but it still didn't sit right with me.

For the past several years of my life I have looked at the world only to see so much suffering and nothing to do about it. This frustration has manifested in a lot of non-profit work as well as working to educate myself on the world's most pressing issues. But, through all of this, something still doesn't sit well with me. It feels as though we are (as a progressive movement) going after the symptom and not the disease. Trying to win each battle and not the war. I feel as though we are using hate as our tool.

This contempt for the concept of hate drives most of what I do in my day to day to day life. This hatred of of hate leads me through my work, through my philanthropy, through my pursuits, through everything I do.