Why I Hate Halloween
Some of you may love halloween and that is of course, entirely your choice.
Personally, I hate it.
What is the big deal you may ask?
Well for a start, any celebration of evil – in jest or in reality (yes there are people who celebrate the reality of evil, and cannot get enough of it, believe it or not) – is a travesty in my humble opinion.
In 2015, the total UK consumer spend over the Halloween period was more than £400 million. But that pales into insignificance compared to America, where the spending was slightly down on the year before but still managed to amount to just under $7 billion. The forecast for this year is almost $8.5 billion. Those figures speak enough horrific home truths for themselves.
I can’t even begin to tell you some of the things that I was once told go on during this so-called fun-filled festival. At the time, I was making a documentary film about satanic abuse, and this involved speaking with people who claimed to be survivors of unspeakable treatment. Many people accused them of fabricating their testimonies.
I was one of those who did not, and hundreds, if not thousands of others responded in kind, by calling the helpline that was provided immediately after the film was broadcast and retelling their own stories.
I think the nicest thing I could say about anything and everything connected to Halloween is that it is purely symptomatic of a world that often appears like it has indeed gone completely mad.
The words from a song called When We Stand Together by Nickelback serves as yet another reminder that the world is not as it should be in so many ways:
But when it comes to a festival that celebrates, dare I say, even worships, fear, death, horror and torture, how about simply taking a minute today and asking yourself the question Why?
What is it about Halloween that makes me uncomfortable?
Or maybe, what is it that I enjoy about this?
No offence. I’m just saying…