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Tomorrow is the annual Transgender Day of Remembrance, to remember and mourn the way-too-many transgender people (mostly trans women of colour) killed for being who they were.

In the US, 53% of all anti-TLBG murders of trans women (and 73% of anti-LGTB murders were of non-white victims). Race and age and other factors insulate me somewhat^[1], but it still comes down to the fact that every few days somebody is killed for being trans like me.

Obviously, for me this issue is personal. And I know that at least some of my cisgender friends take it personally too, because of me or because of other transgender friends and relatives. Of course, one doesn't have to take these murders personally to care that they happen, that the victims, too often treated as disposable in life, deserved better -- deserve to be remembered. That this should not be "just how the world works."

[1] I've been beaten once and threatened several times (not counting mere taunting and insults) simply for being visibly gender-nonconforming, despite being subject to a lot less risk of that crap than many other trans people. So OT1H I know this affects me, and OTOH I know it affects many of my sisters a whole lot more.