And I wish you had been with me in the police van, Beatrice Ask. But you weren’t. I sat there alone. And I met all the eyes walking by and tried to show them that I wasn’t guilty, that I had just been standing in a place and looking a particular way. But it’s hard to argue your innocence in the back seat of a police van.
And it’s impossible to be part of a community when Power continually assumes that you are an Other.
— Jonas Hassen Khemiri, An open letter to Beatrice Ask, the Swedish Minister of Justice