In the center of the docks, Ethan St. Claire stood with a hand jammed into the pocket of his tailored jacket, barking orders at two hired hands struggling with a heavy pine crate.
And the only way to weaken that fear is to make the invisible visible: to tell our stories, live honestly when it is safe to do so, and remind others that every abstract “minority” consists of individual people with ordinary needs, relationships, hopes, and fears.