In Harry Potter, the unspeakable evil that 'He Who Must Not Be Named' committed, (besides some unicorn slayings and a death curse or two), was the dividing of his soul into Horcruxes so that he would live forever. As is often the case when I try to do math, with each division, his soul was diminished.
Our world is divided into so many pieces. Just like Voldemort's Horcruxes, we dilute a bit of our collective soul with each division.
Some see this as the 'end times'. Some others see this as the clash of archaic religious superstition vs. reason. I don't know what time it is. But I don't care. I can't tell time (math again).
Perhaps it is some sort of cosmic, spiritual or historical puberty. But whatever it is, I am reminded once again of those wise words spoken by the King of Kings, then MLK, and best understood in the plaintive cry of Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along?!"
Truth is, EVERYONE feels justified in their hatred. But truth is, none of us are. And the truth is, all of us are. What makes haters? Hate. But we have to make it stop somewhere. And I think stopping it EVERYWHERE is a good place to start.