It has been very truly said that the mob has many heads but no brains.
You can't fight hatred with hatred and expect anyone to listen to you. You can only try to lessen it with humor, wit, truth and commonsense. If that doesn't work run like hell, while they throw rocks...
Euere Schuld, Deichgraf! schrie eine Stimme aus dem Haufen.
The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.
Mobs have passions, not brains.
The mob is man voluntarily descending to the nature of the beast.
The mob is a sort of bear while your ring is through its nose it will even dance under your cudgel but should the ring slip and you lose your hold the brute will turn and rend you.