I'll shoot you a DM so you can help explain for my little blind brain. You won't get banned for DMs
I'm not falling for that trick.
How about an allegory.
First of all it is human to scratch an itch. That itch being tribalism and the urge to other "others." So I understand why it feels satisfying to locate a specific "type" of person and nail your thousand theses to their door while you think they are away or unlikely to respond due to the very social pressure you have imposed on the situation. But it is a joke to look at that sort of behavior and claim it is morally sound, reasonable, or acceptable. It doesn't really matter the target you pick, the outcome is the same. You, as a group, with your lackeys, as a social force, flex your "superiority" over another person, and it makes you feel great to do it. Everyone agrees with you. Someone is socially spit upon and it makes you look good in comparison. That is an animal reaction and there is no drilling it out of humanity, comprised of animals.
It feels even better the higher up your approval comes from. It is now okay for you to step on others because the news, the media, the schools, the officials, all agree with you and egg on your behavior. They have come to a consensus on the attributes of the exact type of person which is fair game. And you get to feel great kicking them into the mud and blaming them for all the problems you can think of. You can pat yourself on the ass and know, with assurance from all social actors around you, that you are in the right. So you never have to reconsider your own behaviors or stances. They are reinforced every time you look around yourself.
You can come up with all of the stories you like about why exactly this person deserves the beating you chant the crowd to give them. It doesn't matter, no one checks, facts do not play into this equation. You can stoke as many fires as you like with as many falsehoods as you can conjure, and you get to suck your own dick doing it. It really does feel great. You really feel like you've done something successful. "They, they, them," the broken record plays, and "we, us, I," feel much better for it.
"We need more rules to keep them away, we need more eyes on the streets picking them out of the crowd and throwing them onto the pillory!" The entertainment factor starts to wane and more drama is needed to sate the mass of individuals completely in the right and without any possible misgivings.
"We are the victims, this They has wronged us and must be punished on sight!" The crowd roars and cheers. "This They says they are the victims, we know there can only be one and We are it!" Whistles, clapping.
"To listen to their words is to poison your mind! Nothing they say could possibly hold any value, truth, anything We might possibly empathize with, anything it would even be right and just to CONSIDER!"
Women clutch their pearls and gasps of shock and knowing nods of agreement all around.
"For that reason We have written the Interpretation of any possible sound these gagged wretches may make! Do not believe your eyes! They cannot feel pain, their values are fake, they suck you in with their "logic" and "explanations" and think they can simply get away with it! MONSTERS!"
Cheers.
"MONSTERS!"
Clattering of pitchforks.
"MONSTERS UNDESERVING OF OUR LIFE, OUR COMPASSION, OUR CONSIDERATION! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO SQUISH WHAT WE CALL A BUG."
"Hear hear!" One voice calls louder. "I know these bugs, I know their ways, I know their language, I wear their clothes, I stand among them but I AM DIFFERENT! I AM NOT LIKE THOSE THAT MUST BE SQUISHED! I WILL PAY MY TOLL WITH THE BLOOD OF THOSE LIKE ME AND YOU WILL FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT I SAY THEY'VE DONE!"
A whip, a clatter of a guillotine, the uneasy crowd feels a sharp and momentary sigh of relief knowing something Evil has been cast out, knowing they could never be like Them.