Anonymous No One’s Hands Are Clean

[No One’s Hands Are Clean]

Anonymous

The constant of human kind is to destroy. People, hope, happiness, it doesn’t matter. Our animal nature always wins. So it’s funny that most fellow humans consider us evil, the devil’s henchman. They think we’re the villains. When will people realize that nothing is that black and white? There is no such thing as heroes, good guys, or bad guys, just survivors. My grandfather used to say a villain is someone’s story who just hasn’t been told, and no one will listen to ours. But why should they? When all they’ve been told is that we steal and kill. That we’re monsters. Born out of oppression, darkness, and resentment. Unwanted, unloved, and alone. A thing I’ve learned over the years is that monsters are made. When people think you’re an evil disgusting thing most of the time you turn into one. No one chooses pain and suffering but people still experience it. It’s the way of life. But most of the time there is choice and free will. Our neighbors chose to disregard us, toss us aside because we’re different. They have chosen to be judge, jury, and executioner. We didn’t ask for this but their righteousness decided it for us. Our choice was taken away, so it’s not our fault that their streets run red with blood. It will, and always will be theirs.