Where I live I get a lot of events that pass by, or block the streets. There are sporting events, protests, festivals. The most common is Orange walks, of which probably twenty weekends some roads around me will be blocked off. I watch these with apprehension and pity. Apprehension because of the outcome of their drunken followers fighting or randomly pishing in the street or doorways. Pity because of the sight of kids in prams holding the can of Super Lager while their parents dance about singing about history and hatred they do not understand.
On Saturday it was Pride, the music was better, the people happier, the event welcoming. No attempts to beat you up if you try to cross the road, just smiles and dancing.
One of these is the future, and one locked inexorably with past hatreds that end with much internalised violence. I do not say that there are those on here who march to the beat of that outdated drummer, but with the casual hatred of the active homosexuality is like X, y, z crime they tap their feet to that beat.