I wrote a letter to my neighbors today. my boyfriend doesn't want me to post it by the mailbox so I thought i would post it here since it does pertain. i am a very shy person but recent events made it almost impossible for me. I am finally finding my way again but I the shyness was part of this whole issue. thank you for the opportunity to vent. your support is very appreciated.

Hi,
Your neighbors, your friends, maybe even you are harassing my boyfriend and me. Why? I can only guess but most of all they don’t have all the information. So how do you organize people to use Ku Klux Klan tactics on people they don’t even know? Do you lie and make up stories that fit the circumstances but not the facts? Do you make a game of it? Do you enjoy the hate? I can only guess.
We are peaceful people who moved here and endured several tragedies all at once. In fact four years ago I thought I was going to be alone in this unit (1203 D) My guy was VERY sick, we were almost evicted several times, since he and I couldn’t work. I am very happy and relieved to have him with me today but life is difficult for us. Thank God he can work from home. Me? Well, my list is longer. Within a month of moving in here my father died on Xmas day, which was devastating to me. I had just been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes that morphed into type 1 recently so now I have to shoot insulin. It all worked out since I had to recover from anorexia at the time anyway. Loosing the sugar from my diet was easy since I developed an allergy to chocolate. Now I have glaucoma and seeing past my fence is difficult. In fact it has made me a homebody since I can’t drive myself and riding the bus is hard not being able to see. (Miss my stop etc) it’s very weird being me since I look fine from the outside. Right before we moved here I was attacked in a bar. The attacker (a white male 6’ 5” blah blah blah) ended up raping and killing the other girl. I ended up being the primary witness. They never caught him but I did run into him in a bar once.
Soon after moving in some of the neighborhood boys keyed on my need for solitude and started lobbing water balloons over our fence. One even broke our hummingbird feeder. The others just broke me. For some reason we didn’t feel like making friends in the neighborhood after that. Even now all we can do is come home. They made a self-fulfilling prophecy. When the ones who are persecuting us tell people what they are doing it is easy to ad another to the hate since we don’t get the chance to tell our side of things. We have been here six years so I can’t even imagine the stories they tell. Now I do admit our part in things. We weren’t the happiest people during our crunch time. It would be nice if we were allowed to recover but hate is easy. Hate unites people just like in the Salem witch trials and the McCarthy hearings. So the worst of me is singing sappy music. It was my only way to happiness at the time. It may have been too loud for our neighbors. If they had asked I would have stopped. Also I am transgender so in some eyes I deserve to be hated and loathed.
Conclusion: since everyone has voted us off the island we are going to move. It is only a matter of when our lease is up. We don’t need anyone’s sympathy, I just wanted to tell our side of the story and maybe next time they won’t choose hate so easily. Doing the right thing is hard. Hate is always the easy way out. So we can only forgive them for misunderstanding and move on. At least we united a community.
Thank You
Tori