The Irony of Peace and War

Throughout human history, there seems to be a recurring theme in play:

  • When there is a megalomaniac (Hitler for example), or any “disagreeable” leader in charge of a nation, another nation or even nations will rise up to fight the followers of that person.  Examples are (pending) Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the President of Iran; Muammar Gaddafi, Libya‘s leader for around forty years; Saddam Hussein of Iraq; Stalin of Russia; Benito Mussolini of Italy… and the list goes on almost infinitely.
  • When there is a person of peace that is “disagreeable” to the status quo, no wars are waged, no protests are seen or heard.  The person is merely assassinated.

I find it strange that we fight a whole nation because of the hubris of its leader, but to stop, or at least stall a peace movement, the leader is the only one “removed.”

So here are some questions that even I have difficulty understanding:

  1. Which is stronger in the psyche of man?  Love or hate?  If love is stronger in a society, then why doesn’t the work of the peacemaker continue with as much fervor after his/her death?  Pres. John F. Kennedy brought in racial equality and now the U.S. seems to be regressing to a time before him.  He also tried to rid us of the Federal Reserve, and now the whole world suffers because of the very system he tried to rid us from.  Martin Luther King Jr., a peace-leader who sought equality for all through only peaceful means; no one stepped up to “fill his shoes,” but who really could?
  2. If a peace movement can be taken down by a mere assassination, but a truly despicable person and his/her followers has to be taken down through the act of war – sacrificing thousands, if not millions – which is the most dominant within man?  Love or hate?

I suppose we can look at our individual selves and remember a time when we were very happy, ecstatic even.  Do you ever remember feeling this way and saying, “I’m going to love that person over there one day, I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m going to make that person smile and love!”  I doubt you’ve ever even thought that way, let-alone uttered those words.

But when you remember a time when you were so angry that you at least muttered the words, “I’m gonna get (revenge on) that person, no matter how long it takes.”  Why is it we can and do hold onto hate longer than we hold onto love and peace?  We say that we want peace, but when?  After we enact our revenge?  When will that be done?  Isn’t this the epitome of insanity?  Doing the same things over and over, yet expecting different results?

Ok… maybe it’s me.  So what am I missing?