It’s the subtlety of fiction that sneaks up on you and changes your mind. No one has to argue in front of a court of law, no one has to hit you over the head, or point to a passage of scripture. Fiction gives you a person. And you learn about this person, what it is to be black, white, female, male, gay, straight, Christian, atheist, hermaphroditic, Klu Klux Klan, the president, a beggar, a horse. And you can’t see the label as a label again—you’ve been talking with them all night. You’ve seen where they’ve lived, heard what they’ve thought, and fought with them through battles where you were both alone. Fiction appears harmless, but it’s the art that changes minds from the heart up.