The loss of Trevor Dubois is not just a personal tragedy—it is a devastating reminder of how racism, misunderstanding, and systemic failures continue to cost innocent lives. Trevor was one of the “OG gays,” a mentor and protector who walked boldly so others could run freely. Growing up visibly gay at a time when it was far less safe to live openly, Trevor taught those around him how to exist authentically, unapologetically, and with joy. Through laughter, confidence, and pride, he showed that survival itself could be an act of resistance.

Trevor was 2Spirit, Métis-Cree, and a registered member of Muskoday First Nations. He was also a social worker, someone devoted to helping others, even while facing immense personal challenges. Trevor was living with brain cancer, a condition medically known to cause personality changes, impulsivity, and cognitive or behavioral shifts due to space-occupying lesions in the brain. These facts matter. They should have mattered in how he was treated.

Instead, at Royal University Hospital in Saskatoon, a security guard saw an Indigenous man behaving differently and, rather than responding with care or medical understanding, responded with deadly force. Trevor was not intoxicated. He was not a threat. He was a patient. He was a human being. He was murdered.

While his exit from this world was violent and rooted in racism, those who loved him pray that his journey onward is gentle—that his spirit is finally met with the kindness denied to him in his final moments. Trevor was one of a kind, irreplaceable, and deeply loved.