None of us is free until all of us are free
A few days ago, after reading yet another report of a Trump supporter spewing rage and fury in a public place—essentially having a tantrum—I tossed out what felt like a throwaway comment: I have never seen such an angry bunch of sore winners in my life. Would they have been happier
I have seen the messages of positivity and love on Facebook. On Twitter. Via text. I appreciate them … but I am not there yet. At some point, my warmth, my humor, my kindness will all return, although I will never again trust in the goodness of humanity the way
The story I’m telling here is not mine. It is the story of—well, you will see. I am sharing it here just as it was told to me, omitting only the name. I was asked to do that because this woman—a faculty member at a prominent university; I will identify