There was an older man that lived in our neighborhood that said he was in the Belgian resistance and had a hate for Germans that was scary. Dog, cars, beer, anything German. A German speaking family moved in nearly across the street from him one year. I had never seen a look of pure hatred in my life until I saw his and don't think I've seen a look like that since.
I'm so thankful that I've never experienced that sort of hatred toward anybody. I'm no saint and there are many that I would not enjoy being around but can't say that I hate any man.
