I am in my 60s.

Doing simple math, that means I spent my childhood in the 50s, became an adult in the 60s where I not only witnessed but took part in Civil Rights actions, and then in my 20s, after having never been denied my rights as a US citizen, came to the realization of who I really was, and saw that with the acceptance of myself, the rights I had been enjoying were taken away.

I went to and sang at many weddings of people my age, friends, relatives, and strangers, assuming one day I would fall in love, have a wedding, buy a house, remain at my job throughout my life, and die surrounded by my spouse, children, grandchildren, and, if I lived long enough, the great grand kids.

But with my self-acceptance, I lost that as society decided that I could no longer fall in love or even live with the person as close to me as had been the couples at whose weddings I sang at and attended without losing my job, being evicted only because of who I am, and would have to face the treatment of those who felt they had a right to pass judgment on my private life, while they could celebrate their relationships publicly and with acceptance.

As long as I was the fifth wheel, I could go to bars with my friends by walking right in the front door, but if I wanted to patronize a bar where I might meet a future spouse, I had to enter the door hidden in an alley or risk verbal and possible physical abuse if I entered by the street side door of one of those bars people knew the “perverts” frequented.

I had to master the art of pronoun camouflage and how to describe a weekend to family and friends, just as they did theirs, but with such generalities I could avoid judgment and rejection

As I grew more comfortable with myself, I began to work to do what I could to change this.

I met with and joined with those who were fighting for Gay Rights, and who had been doing so, in spite of opposition, for many years.

Over time equality grew. In some places the growth was swift; in others the growth was painfully slow. But, in any case there was progress, and it appeared that the next generation would have what the older people had been fighting for.

I moved from a state where progress was measurable, to one that was years behind others in the fight for equality, and finally back where I had started, to one where employment discrimination was no longer allowed, bullying was being addressed in schools, and marriage equality was a reality.

Where I am now, I have met many people who are responsible not only for the political and legal wins that brought about equality, but those who had educated to politicians who were important in proposing and passing the necessary laws.

I was sitting in a bar one evening with an older person to my right and three young people to my left. While I was joking with the bartender and older gentleman about politics, one of the young men, he was 25, announced he was going to vote for Donald Trump because he was the best advocate for Gay people.
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He could not offer specifics other than to say, as if there was a connection, that things were pretty good for Gay people in Massachusetts.

By the time this young man and his companions entered elementary school, Massachusetts had non-bullying laws, procedures to handle bullying on school campuses, and teacher training in how to recognize and effectively deal with it. The bullying and derogatory words to which older generations were subjected were virtually nonexistent during this young man’s entire school career up to and including college.

By the time he was able to begin dating, he did not have to sneak around, but was able to bring his date to school events, and when old enough was not required to protect himself by entering clubs from the rear alley, but could walk in the front door with his Gay and straight friends all of them being open to who they were. And by the time he might want to settle down in an established relationship with the man of his dreams, marriage equality had been in existence, with all its spousal benefits, for at least 10 years.

Since before his adolescence, it has always been that way.

When I pointed out that according to Trump he would nominate justices to the Supreme Court who would overturn the SCOTUS ruling on marriage equality, and who would support the religious freedom laws that would reintroduce legal discrimination when it came to Gay people, his only response was to inform me that it would never happen, and that perhaps older people needed to be taught a lesson in November when we cast our ballots for president and the other down ballot  office seekers.

And that is why I began this by pointing out that I am in my 60s.

Although I am hoping to live a long life, if I were to die in the near future I will have lived a rich and full life.

If Trump were to get his way, I would have lived without equality, fought hard to get it, and then lived some time enjoying it. If I were to lose it, I would be returning to a past I had survived.

This kid has at least 40 years to catch up to where I am now age-wise, and will have to live with the Supreme Court decisions that will influence those next 40 years.

It is one thing to fight to get rights while seeing progress throughout the process, and another to have always enjoyed equality and suddenly losing it.

People like this kid would lose everything they have had their whole lives without any idea what it will be like to re-fight old battles especially if he, and those of his mind set, reject the older Gay people to whom they owe what they have had, and who will be dying off during the battle the younger Gays are not prepared for.

So to whom, is he teaching a lesson, and what exactly is the lesson he is teaching?