There are days when protest doesn't look like a crowd. It looks like opening the bookstore door. It looks like ordering an important book. It looks like making art anyway. It looks like choosing kindness when anger would be easier. Today reminded me that resistance isn't always loud. Sometimes it is a quiet refusal to stop loving our neighbors in a world that rewards division. I kept thinking about a verse from Leviticus: "The stranger who resides with you shall be to you as