Do not mistake weakness for kindness. In fact, it usually amounts to the opposite.
It’s hard having a soft heart. The world is full of tragedy and calamity, and anyone with more than a shred of human compassion will start to share in the suffering of others. Then starts the slippery slope. What starts as pity turns into compassion. Turns into sympathy. Turns into empathy. Turns into affection. Which clouds our judgment. Before you know it, that down-on-their-luck person you started to feel sorry for becomes a little angel in your own mind. “Oh he’s so nice. She’s sweet, wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Nonsense. That little angel could be devil who just doesn’t have a pitchfork yet… and with that little boost of strength you give them, you give them the power to stab you in the back.
But where the true evilness of the wuss shows is not in action. It’s in inaction. The biggest threat isn’t that the weak will become evil once they become strong, but rather that they’ll stay weak.
Innocents are oppressed every day. The poor are robbed. The weak are beaten. The kind are abused. Across every continent, in every language, in every societal microcosm, wickedness abounds. Who is at fault? Who do we blame? Sure, the few who actually do the oppressing are at fault. But the big villains are the multitudes who let the tyrants be. They are the onlookers who do nothing to stop the rapists. They are legals who do nothing to stand up for the innocently illegal. They are the calm churchgoers who pray for suffering to end but do nothing to protect their own children from abuse.
Never forget that not all are as safe as you. Never forget the pain of others. Never forget the evil that plagues your fellow men and women. And never forget that, if you do nothing in their defense, the blood of the innocents is on your hands. You aren’t the Devil, but sure as Hell’s his kingdom you are his foot soldiers.
Do not mistake weakness for kindness. In fact, it actually amounts to the opposite.
It’s hard having a soft heart. The world is full of tragedy and calamity, and anyone with more than a shred of human compassion will become filled with rage at the world’s many injustices, and resolve to do something about it.
This is how radicals are born.