Reflections about hate

Hate is a feeling that have been the topic of discussion for a very long time, probably since the beginning of our civilization, since the time we acquire language to talk about it. I intend to discuss this topic in this brief article in the hope that maybe a have something to say that is not said often, although I do not have any hope of saying something that no one said before.
Hate is a feeling that need to be cultivated, it is not like anger, that comes and goes away in a few moments, it is something primitive, a very ancient motivation that give us strength to do unimaginable things, to do our worst to extract a sick form of pleasure out of the suffer of our enemies. The hate we feel is a powerful fuel, but is also a devastating drug; it devours the good of ours souls and make us indifferent to the suffering of innocents. When we act move by hate we lose the best of our capacity to reason, even though we are capable of using and incredible amount of geniality to achieve our goals, when someone is acting move by hate the empathy is lost and with that a good part of our reason.
Curiously we frequently feel angry with those people that act against their own interest, with those that betray their identities, for example, it is common to see on the internet feminists calling women that do not believe in their ideals and that fight against some point of their agenda, gender traitors, women that suffer from internalized misogyny.
Putting aside the discussion about the accuracy of such terms, even if we assume that, for example, a woman that call her self an anti-feminist is acting against her gender and also she hates her self, that should not be a reason
to show her anger and contempt, on the contrary, there is not any person in the world that deserves more compassion and solidarity than a person who hates himself/herself, because a person suffering for such horrible form of hate cannot love no one fully, and can only truly have a meaningful live once it break the heavy chains of hate.