”There is no other”. They live in cars, trailers, tents. Along the river, on city streets, in parking lots. In the capital city of the richest state in the richest country, 195 of them died in 2021. Often alone and unhoused. They cry to be seen, to be valued, to be not “the other” but one of us. Can we embrace them with our love, enfolding them into our common humanity? They will be at the center of my silence this week.
