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A few months ago, I made a leap of faith. Every night, when I lay my son in his crib, my love for him swells up in my heart – and then fear lodges in my throat when I think about him coming of age. This election year, it feels like fear and hate threatens to swallow America whole. I can’t protect him from the fires of life; I can only try to give him a better world. But after 15 years as an activist, I’m tired of fighting