When you murder my people for being like me, you make me remember who else I am like. I am like the refugees walking thousands of miles with their children to seek asylum, as my kin did in the Holocaust. I am like my family members and friends and strangers who are trans, whose safety depends on how well and whether they choose to “pass,” as I have the option to do with my Jewishness. I am like Trayvon and Emmett and thousands upon thousands who are blamed for their own victimization, as women are for the assaults we suffer. You cannot set me apart with your hate, because you only make me see more clearly that I belong to all of us and everyone belongs to me. Heart shining, unafraid.