During high school, I went to a small, farm-based, christian school, and there was one girl there that everyone in the entire school had 'permission' to mistreat. She was the omega of the group, the wounded chicken everyone picked on. I was horrified by it. When she dropped her tray in the cafeteria the entire school stomped and roared as she ran out. There was a rumor she was demon-possessed. She ran out of the dorm saying she was going to commit suicide, and a girl yelled, 'yeah, well, really do it this time'. I cannot remember any person being kind to her. While I've made mistakes in my life (including being unfair to a girl while in fourth grade), during these years I did the right thing. I was her friend and would listen to her. One time in choir she turned around and said loudly to me 'you spit on me', there was silence, and I said "I'm sorry". She turned around and looked so happy. It broke my heart because I knew she was so happy because I was kind to her in front of everybody. I felt like maybe she trusted me enough to know I wouldn't snark back at her.
My brother was bullied during his school years, and I have rage about ganging up on people. It's one of my triggers that can make me go crazy. I'll attack people trying to do that. When I've pushed back online it has not gone well. In some of these type berating discussions I feel that this is exactly what is happening. Everyone is ganging up on a function (and certain individuals by default). I have felt the worst of it is Fi directed at Fe for this group bullying, so that is an ironic example of it. Sometimes it's Fi, sometimes it's Fe, but in either case it can bother me when the attacks are extremist, slandering, and mean-spirited. Your comment sounds genuine and you are addressing a serious issue that can have some connection to Fe, and I read that you are trying to make sense of it.
During my high school years, that ganging up behavior had to include some Fi people as well because it was basically an entire school of 100 people. I hope someone else besides me was nice to that girl at times, but I never saw it happen, and I certainly looked for it. Those years were intensely lonely for me because even when people were nice to me, I knew it was shallow and meaningless. I knew that every single person there had it in their heart to be horribly unkind. It makes no difference how it's directed when it is expressed so clearly.