I've said before that I don't like being called an 'ally'. As the old song has it:
If allies are weak, am I not best alone?
If allies are strong with power to protect me
Might they not protect me out of all I own?
The things that are in our power, and the things that are not. I can't change the world, but I can help the people around me -which is what I've spent many years doing. Not according to their race, colour, creed, sexuality or gender, but according to the ever-reliable 'spidey-sense' that tells me when somebody's getting the rough end of the pineapple!