reading shit fanfiction and seething again
hate soyim so much but they're the only people who have the time and specific autism to write escapism
>Snorting, Cassie eyed the girl. “We're all bad, kid. Wasn't that your point before? We're all just big, bad, evil Nazis. Racist fucks that don't deserve the air we breathe because we happen to object to faggots, chinks, and kikes getting everything they fucking want while the white people get shit on constantly.”
>Dinah tilted her head for a moment in silence, then shifted around and leaned over to the opposite side of the bed. Plucking up her discarded jeans, the girl turned back and held her arms out before unceremoniously dropping them onto Cassie's head. “There, that's better.”
>“Hey, what the--” Swiping the legs of the jeans to knock them off her head and back onto the bed, Cassie demanded, “What the hell do you think you're doing?”
>Shrugging at her, Dinah answered in a calm voice, “I guess I just thought that if you really wanted to keep saying stuff that was 'pants on head' stupid, then you should probably go all the way.”
>Eyes widening at that, Cassie grabbed the pants off the bed and hurled them to the side of bed just for something physical to do. At the same time, she sputtered angrily, “What the fuck did you just say!?”
>Uncowed, Dinah continued to stare at her. “You're smart, Cassie. We talked about this stuff before. That racist stuff? You know it's not true. You know it's stupid and it doesn't make any sense. You wanna be a bad guy, okay. There's reasons to be a bad guy. Money, power, fame, stuff like that. But race stuff? That's dumb, and you know it's dumb. Those people didn't do anything to you or anyone else besides be born different than you were. You might as well go to the hospital where the babies are and choose who to hate for the rest of their lives by playing eenie meenie miney moe. Is that logical, huh?”
>When Rune had no response other than to continue glaring at her, the twelve-year-old continued. “So yes, when you say stuff like that, it's pants-on-head stupid so you might as well look the part.”
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>Looking down at the bed and then back up again, Dinah finally spoke softly. “I'm sorry, Cassie.” Before Rune could reply to that, she continued. “Not for what I said. That stuff is still stupid, and you know it. I'm sorry you had to see all that. I'm sorry you got into fights. I'm sorry people tried to kill you. I'm sorry you were so lonely and scared that you triggered. That's awful.” Swallowing, she was quiet briefly, though Cassie thought she saw the girl flinch slightly as though in pain before she went on. “But someone else doing something bad to you isn't an excuse to hate every person who kinda looks like them. That's like if the person who hurt you had blue eyes and you decided that proved that all people who have blue eyes were worthless and evil. It's dumb, Cassie. You know it's dumb. You know those people aren't all like that.” Reaching down, the girl picked up the TV remote. Before Rune could speak, she flipped on the television and switched the station until the screen showed a young black boy playing the piano in some random show. Stopping there, Dinah asked, “Did he hurt you? Does he deserve to die just because his skin is darker than yours?” She flipped the station again. “There, she looks Jewish. Should she die because of that? Should she die because you think she looks sort of like some people that aren't exactly like you? Does that make any sense at all, Cassie? Does it?” Three more times she flipped through channels before stopping. “Hispanic, a couple of gay guys, a Chinese girl. Should they all just die because they're different from you? Look.” She hit the button rapidly, switching channels too quickly to see what was on. “Let's play that game. Next person we land on is somebody who did something bad to us. Eenie, meenie, miney, and moe!” Stopping on a station, she announced. “There, she's got brown hair. Now we have to hate everyone who has brown hair, forever, just because this person had brown hair. Does that make any sense? Tell me. Tell me how that's not stupid.”