Word: hatefully
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...international conference on hate seemed a bravely ambitious proposition. Elie Wiesel's idea was to assemble the forces of charisma and rationality in Oslo, to focus their light for three days, and thus force the darkness to recede a little...
...Hate is difficult to discuss. The mind resists it. The subject is amorphous, disorderly, malignant. Presiding over the Oslo conference, Elie Wiesel controlled a red light on the podium that he used to warn a speaker when his time was up (even Carter got red-lighted). It was as if hatred is intellectually and morally such a dangerous, unmanageable mess, such a monster, that Wiesel, the kindest of men, had to police the dialogue like an anxious warden. He said he had nightmares about the red light...
While wondering vaguely why hatred is not one of the Seven Deadly Sins (Is it covered under Wrath?) and why the Old Testament is so full of hate, I ; stared at the back of Nelson Mandela's head as he sat at the conference table -- a nimbus of television light around his charcoal hair, the man enveloped in utter stillness, the most thorough self-possession I have ever beheld. Does 27 years in prison make a man so calm? As I listened to Gunter Grass (a stolid German with some huge gravity pulling him earthward) discussing the Nazis, my mind...
...What is hate? A "black sun," as Wiesel wrote? The image may give hate too much of a strange literary prestige. Black sun. White whale. Whatever. The reason the subject is hard to discuss is that hate is simultaneously a mystery and a moron. It seems either too profound to understand or too shallow and stupid to bear much analysis -- a cretin with a club, violent, repulsive, irrational, a black intoxication, an accomplice of death...
...never thought I'd be so excited for it. Last year, I was too nervous about my upcoming first year at Harvard to do anything but hate the event. And I'm still not too thrilled about the prospect of standing in long lines and fighting my way through the extracurricular tent...