A couple days ago I was accused of being a hypocrite after asking a question regarding illegal immigration in the US and policies which overtly seek to aid illegal immigrants (but do not bring them closer to legal residency). Though I explained my position to the person who - owing to a lack of response to my rebuttal - it can be assumed has since backtracked his statement or simply has been unwilling to further defend it, I am still extremely shaken by the claim.
It forced my focus away from the central two foci - the kidnapped girls in Nigeria and drivers' licenses for illegal immigrants - and turned it to myself.
Am I really a hypocrite in my passionate disgust of what happened to these young girls? Am I somehow at fault in a way I had not previously thought?
I wanted to be angry with my online opponent, but instead my passion was tempered, and now I am needlessly self-reflecting and unable to feel anything more than qualified outrage, as though he had meant to say that in being skeptical about policies temporarily helping one group of people (which I was actually not) while pleading for help for another, I had no right to declare so boldly my thorough abhorrence with what may now be an impossible travesty to remedy.
I shouldn't have been affected this way.
I should have been able to brush off the statement, knowing well that it did not pertain to me, but to someone who he falsely believed me to be.
Still, here I am again, drowning in ego-driven self-doubt, and utterly loathing myself for it.
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