None of that has anything to do with me. And I never mentioned the south.
I did not ever treat you badly. I did not deny you a job, nor mistreat any trans person, nor insult your needs, nor mock your illness and cancer. I did not ever call you a predator. Ever. And I know this because I have always bent over backwards to treat trans people well, and to be gentle with the sick.
But you told me, "Fuck you" just as if I had, which means that in your mind there is no difference between me -- someone who has never harmed you -- and those who have actually done you these wrongs. That's a hard way to live.
If there was ever a poster child for why forgiveness is a great thing, you are that person.
Forgiveness is not for the other guy, it's for you. And instead of being free to live your life of choice in your own body, you have created a prison of what others have told you and done to you to live in instead, banging against the walls of it and reliving the injustice and harm and indignity again and again any time someone says something that triggers your particular wounds. You have made an art out of taking up where your abusers left off and pointing it back at yourself again and again.
I did not do that to you. You did that to yourself. Deal with your hate, because it is only drawing hate back to you.