Afraid of me?
I ask the question somewhat playfully, but I don’t mean it lightly. Fear has consequences, especially when it becomes attached to a group of people and we start treating them as a threat. There are some stories you never quite put away. For me, one of them is Amber. Amber was 21 when she died. Afterward, her mother wrote words I have never forgotten: “You saved me 21 years ago [when you were born] and gave me a reason to live. I am so sorry I couldn’t save you. I love you more than all the stars in the sky, my beautiful daughter.” There is no ideology or culture war in those words. There is just a mother mourning her child. I spoke publicly about Amber in February 2017, at a rally at the Peace Arch protesting the first Trump travel ban. She had died just days after Donald Trump was sworn in as president. She had watched the political winds changing and could no longer imagine a safe future for herself as a transgender woman. Eight years later, I found myself thinking about her again. ...