The idea that you are supposed to love abusive and oppressive people is literally one of the most toxic things.
I went through most of my life believing that, and trying really hard to conform to that, and it made a fucking mess of me.
I have spent the last five years trying to dig out from under that, and I have only recently got close to where I want to be.
It is so liberating to be able to embrace the idea that it is okay to be angry at people who hurt you or who hurt others.
Don’t listen to anyone who tells you that you aren’t allowed to hate hateful people.
When white teachers call colonizers “explorers” to make them seem like brave people with an adventurous curiosity instead of genocidal, european supremacist bastards who wanted to exchange blood for money.