Vote. Please vote.

I don’t talk as much about politics as I should. It’s disheartening, and frightening, to see that the causes I marched for thirty years ago are still the causes I’m marching for. This country has always been a dark place; anything built on a legacy of violence, of unaddressed violence, would be a dark place. But it’s also my home. It’s the macrocosm version of a toxic relative: you love them yet you can’t stand them; you dread confronting them yet you want to shake them and yell at them until...