When I was in high school, the LGBT community had a 'day of silence' planned. A local church group planned an event called "Speaking in your silence" and took advantage of the LGBT students vows of silence to 'educate' them on how they could, you know, choose to not be gay and encouraged conversion therapy.

I didn't know it was happening until my best friend at the time showed me the pamphlets on local conversion therapy camps that she was helpfully giving out while dressed head to toe in rainbow clothing. My first period went from its usual noise level to oh god is someone being murdered as my friend and I had a fight that almost ended physically. It was the first time that I knew that she truly believed those things.

We had a openly gay friend that was bullied all the time and she thought if he prayed about it then he would be straight and the bullying would stop, completely excusing the actions of the kids that landed him in the hospital twice.

So, when I was 15 I learned that hatred isn't just in people who bully other people, hatred can also be hiding behind false kindness. It was a harsh lesson to learn.