So “what if the mightiest word is love?” is a question that asks in these times, as an incredibly heterogeneous collective, as an incredibly diverse country, is there such a thing as a love that can supersede or guide or take us through disagreement? What would that mean? What would that love look like? Mighty, that’s a very, very particular kind of word. Is there a kind of enduring power of love, as I so fervently want to believe?
