Our thoughts and prayers go out to Donald Trump and his family for their tragic loss

On a cool autumn evening, the Royal Beacon Hotel buzzed with elegance. Marissa, the young receptionist, prided herself on maintaining the elite ambiance and believed she could spot the ‘right’ guests. Near midnight, a tall Black man in a hoodie and jeans entered, his face kind but tired. “Good evening, I’d like a room for the night,” he said, offering his credit card. Despite,…