Friends have been urging me to write to you for the sake of humanity. But I have resisted their request, because of the feeling that any letter from me would be an impertinence. Something tells me that I must not calculate and that I must make my appeal for whatever it may be worth.
It is quite clear that you are today the one person who can prevent a war which may reduce humanity to a savage state. Must you pay that price for an object however worthy to you it may appear to be? Will you listen to the appeal of one who has deliberately shunned the method of war not without considerable success? Anyway I anticipate your forgiveness, if I may have erred in writing to you.
your sincere friend,
The ironic thing about this very humane and polite letter, is that the man of war, and the man of peace, died through a violent act. The question must be, does it matter which course a person takes in their life, whether it be one of hate and violence, or compassion and love, if the gun will always outweigh the dove of peace?
Of course it matters profoundly; aggression will always come with the heaviest price, the loss of humanity and awareness of the suffering to others a brutal action causes. Love heals, hate corrupts and destroys.
Gandhi is revered and remembered as a great man of peace, Hitler is remembered as a violent, psychotic monster. I know which one I look up to and admire almost above all men of the 20th century, and it isn`t the brute who knowingly almost brought the world to the brink of Armageddon.