Today I spent the day talking. I talked to many different people concerning many different topics. It was quite the chatty day spent on the National Day of Silence. Yet, the one thing I didn't discuss all day long was the Day of Silence.
I read a few posts on Bilerico and the fog started to lift. I had been avoiding a day that is extremely important to us all. How many of us can look back and shudder at the memory of torment, fear or humiliation we have felt one time or another at the hand of a bully? Some of us felt it all the time. Others, like Lawrence King, didn't live to talk about it. Unfortunately, what happened to Lawrence isn't an isolated case.
Lawrence was a child and so was the boy who took Lawrence's life. Where did such hatred come from that took such a young life?
One of the things I do for the Remembering Our Dead project is to update the list of those we've lost due to anti-transgender hatred or bias. The project grows in leaps and bounds each year as we add more transgender people from around the world to that horrible, endless list. The hatred and lack of respect for human life yields no boundaries to age. Where does such hatred stem?