Fergus this post reminds me of the time I spent volunteering for the National March on Washington for the Upper Midwest continent back in 1993 (yes, I'm an old fart! LOL).

I recall the first time I received a death threat (phone message). Caller knew exactly who I was, where I lived, who my BF was. Scared the bajeebus outta me. Got considerable pressure from family and friends to quit and lay low after getting more death threats.

I called BS on fear. Silence = death in more ways than one.

Upon my return from DC's march no less than a dozen folks deemed it necessary to personally deliver their copy of the Sunday Minneapolis Star Tribune to me. Why? Guess who's on the front page helping to carry the MN banner in front of the White House no less.

Lay low. Ya. That's a no to living in fear.