“I retired last year after thirty-five years of surgery. At my farewell dinner, a younger colleague — a woman — thanked me for ‘never being one of the bad ones.’ I went home and couldn’t sleep. Because she was thanking me for a baseline. For basic decency. And the fact that basic decency from a male colleague was noteworthy enough to mention in a speech — that tells you everything about the profession I spent my life in. I wasn’t one of the good ones. I was just one of the quiet ones. And quiet isn’t the same as good.”