People get along, until the structures and institutions of society get in the way.
I’ve been around neo-nazis and noi, kkk and black israelites. One on one, you can generally reason with people. You can see how there is a thin line between love and hate by recognizing the common human condition that forms the people we divide ourselves up to be. Who we are to the world versus who we are to ourselves.
Alignment with the tribe forms a large part of our identities. Societal structures form a part of the person we show the world. Some labels we get to pick others are picked for us.
From family to friends, neighborhood and city, state and country the entanglements and labels grow more convoluted branching out to collude with and combat similar and oppositional frameworks and structures of other minds. This web of co-creative complexity coalesces in the expression of tribaltalk, tribalthink, tribalmind.
I am this. We are that. Tribaltalk. The tribes fractalize down and up the social scale.
By adulthood, this attitude of self-perception, tribalthink, is a near-subconscious habit with rituals and mores, catch-phrases and attitudes of inclusion and exclusion expressed as life. The web so interconnected the thoughts and attitudes so ingrained it is difficult to separate what consciousness is from the echo of tribalmind.
Attacks upon the tribe are wounds upon the collective body felt deeply. The release of white blood cells are the reactionary forces battling societal ills as the rest of the cell complexes observe the scene of conflict while discussing it in tribaltalk. Within the maelstrom passions and sacrifice appease tribes. Mind does matter and creates shared reality.
Being unconscious of this behavior is the problem: of the manner of one’s own agreement and collusion with greater psychological, social and spiritual imperatives that mask themselves as your own thoughts. Knowing experientially that yes, that is another human being over there in that group, He is like me. Denying the voice of the inner dialogue insisting that she is not.
One flirts with introspection while dancing with cognitive dissonance; with censure, banishment, death. The mind’s lies blind the third eye but quail at the light illuminating dark corners. The clarity of insight is more than worth the cost to lost illusions.
You can reason with people until you can’t. The hardened heart has many psychological conditions associated with it these days but its essence remains the same. The nature of opposition is unity.