“I’ve learned that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings and standing up for what you believe.” — just found this on Archies Archive. It nicely coincides with another experience I had today. As a vegan I usually avoid the meat section of grocery stores, but I agreed to buy some ground beef for this older woman so that she wouldn’t have to do the 30-min. trip to town (while I was going anyway). I know I’ll experience strong feelings of antipathy, but it seemed virtuous to overcome them; I’d be helping somebody, I’d be nice.
Hmmm. I bet Hitler was nice. I bet he gave his niece presents for her birthday, I bet he’d rescue a kitten from drowning if he saw a little girl frantically crying about the possible loss of her pet. That he was responsible for the death of more people than live in New York City has little to do with being nice or not.
If I believe that it’s wrong to cause or add to the suffering of other beings, then it’s not good to have any part in this whatsoever. Maybe I would’ve hurt the woman’s feelings by refusing to buy the meat. She’d probably decide that I’m not a nice person, that I’m creating unnecessary problems. She doesn’t understand my reaction to dead animals. But it would’ve been the good thing to do.