A friend posted an image on social media with the words:
Pride isn’t about turning straight kids into queer kids.
Pride is about not turning queer kids into dead kids.
Someone I don’t know commented with some awful homophobic/transphobic stuff (that I won’t share here) while claiming to be a very polite person with ‘them’ and not at all a hater. You’ll just have to take my word for what he wrote and use your imagination if you wish. This is how I responded:
Wow, what a despicable, hateful person you behave as, sir. It is because of people like you who speak this kind of bigoted, intentionally hurtful crap which teaches people like the four teens who assaulted my beautiful 17-year-old son Bill in 1995 that he was less than human and deserving of their hate crime based on his sexual orientation. So despite being loved and celebrated at home he lost hope of ever being safe and he committed suicide a month later. Shame on you, sir. Hang that on your soul, sir.
I include in that what you believe about transgender people, many of whom are my good friends.
By your words here you come across as self-absorbed, arrogant, cold-hearted, mean-spirited, and misinformed. You are certainly no prize, sir
Thus I didn’t lose my temper. I found it.
And their reply the next day:
Gabi Clayton When you lie, or you base your life on a lie, bad shit happens. That’s the nature of the universe.
I’m not talking about you in particular.
This is an universal truth.
It’s karma.
It’s understandable that you project your sons death on those four guys who met him once in all his seventeen years.
The alternative is that you’d be accountable.
I don’t appreciate your bullying tactics.
I suppose this illustrates the problem I’m articulating.
I’m sorry for the loss of your son.
May Karma be good to whomever strayed off truth.