Last night and again this morning, I cried into my hands. A sane pandemic response was on the ballot. Black and brown lives were on the ballot. The environment was on the ballot. Kids in cages were on the ballot. A robust stimulus and infrastructure plan was on the ballot. I wanted to feel proud that we had come together, overcome our differences and said yes to our shared future. No such luck. The election is too close to call.
So I cried for Black Lives. I cried for the dead and dying. I cried for the underpaid and unemployed. I cried for the children who only know adults as those who fail at doing what is right and decent. (keep reading)