You know, it's weird. I've met my fair share of racists in my life, and I can definitely say I'm not exactly fond of them. Sometimes it's as 'harmless' as a weird joke, sometimes it's asking me why I'm dating my girlfriend instead of someone 'from my own race'(I'm Latino, she's white Canadian), sometimes it's not wanting to rent to me once they see my last name. And I hate all that. It sucks, it feels dehumanizing, and those are awful people.
And yet...I don't know. I just can't help but feel a bit sad that this person's life is over. Like, she's an awful racist and I'm not about to argue that she got anything less than she deserved. She behaved in a terrible racist way and suffered the consequences for it.
At the same time like, I actually feel a bit sad about her life being over when she's so young. And it's a weird feeling because I hate everything she did, but I still can't help the fact that I'm not exactly feeling triumphant over this. It just feels like a sad thing to me all around, from her being a racist to her life being over.
I don't know how to explain it. Guess I'm just overly soft. I don't even think the consequences were unfair or anything of the sort - do dumb things, pay the dumb price. It's just that I can't bring myself to be super hyped up about her comeuppance, if that makes any sense. I might just be rambling.