When I was a child, I had a habit of making a fort out of books. I’d stack them up to make walls, and then climb inside and build a roof from whatever storybooks were left over. Living in London during the 1950s could be scary, and my book-fort was the place I felt safest.

Fast-forward to the 2020s and the entire world seems to be on the cusp of annihilation. Though I no longer live in London or in the US, as an adult I realise the impact those two places have on the rest of the globe, and, right now, I find their current climates terrifying. I feel deep anxiety and concern for my friends around the world, and for all people of good will who march for their rights and for justice. I grew up in the age of Kennedy and King, Selma and Birmingham, Vietnam and…