Nietzsche used to worry that too much compassion would make people weak which for him means something like “too sad to live your life.” The idea was that if you really realized how much people (and animals) were suffering you would be unable to enjoy your life; you’d commit suicide; or maybe you’d just go through the motions but have no hope. He was on to something real, which is, the fear of that happening. People are afraid that if they actually realized the humanity of their enemy, or of the people whom they ignore, they would be unhappy. That’s the cause I think of the anger on the part of anti-progressives. They are worried that care for others will spoil their lives. They don’t want to walk around feeling guilty all the time.
But this itself is an attitude born of weakness and despair. If you have to lie to yourself not to be compassionate, it’s time to take an accounting.
Is the lie worth it?
Are you sure that the other non-compassionate people who you will end up hanging out with are worth hanging out with? Or will they perhaps turn on you?
Will you actually succeed in lying to yourself and choking your compassion, or will you end up muffing it, and be neither a remorseless superhuman, nor an effective helper of suffering humanity, but just kind of bumble around somewhere in the middle?
Are you sure that you will be so unhappy when you acknowledge the humanity of the suffering? Maybe you will do better at it than you think!