" talking about you, laughing at you, planning your downfall somehow—to threats to your job or changes to your familiar neighborhood. Men seemed to fear that the strangers would take their women. The worst fear of all was that people of another faith would make you question your own belief in your place and value in the world, the old certainties you had grown up with that kept the darkness inside imprisoned where it could not spread and consume you with doubt, until you no longer knew who you were. "

― Anne Perry , An Echo of Murder (William Monk, #23)