There was a gay man who lived nearby when I was growing up, Harry recounted. He must have been forty or so, lived alone, and everyone in the neighbourhood knew he was gay. In the winter we threw snowballs at him, shouted buttfucker then ran like mad, convinced he would give us one up the backside if he caught us. But he never came after us, just pulled his hat further down over his ears and walked home. One day, suddenly, he moved. He never did anything to me, and Ive always wondered why I hated him so much.People are afraid of what they dont understand. And hate what theyre afraid of.
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