Oh so many reasons.
1) it equates the anger of the oppressed to the hate of their oppressors.
2) it blames oppressed groups for their oppression. Bigotry doesn’t exist because people hate bigots. It exists because oppressed people oppose it. It exists because of bigots and because of privileged folks being complicit or tacitly condoning systems of oppression.
3) it’s fundamentally untrue. Hatred of oppression doesn’t lead to more hatred; it leads to progress.
4) it is used to attack any attempt by oppressed people to obtain liberation. Point out that something or someone is repulsively racist and all of a sudden you’re “breeding more hate”.
It’s a fundamental misrepresentation of reality that blames victims and excuses fucked up behavior.
EDIT *before my reply because it’s important* before reading this post I would have had a hard time articulating why “hate breeds more hate” is a weird thing to say to activists. Because, obviously, people hating each other causes lots of bad things. I would have thought it was a weird thing to say, but if someone had said it I would’ve been like “Yeah…I mean…I guess…”
Because the sentence subtly and dismissively shifts the action and opinion of the activist away from the oppression and on to the people they’re arguing with about the oppression. It’s a way of winning an argument by changing the argument..very clever. And I never would have picked up on it without this post.
So, to continue with what I originally wrote…
Hatred of a terrible thing is one of the most wonderful human emotions. Anger at inequality and oppression LITERALLY CREATED AMERICA…smh.
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
It’s a trap
14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?