“I don’t know,” I will tell my daughter if she asks me how it’s possible to be all of the things I’ve told her she can be if America is all the things I’ve told her it can be. “I don’t know how it happens. I don’t know how it’s possible. I don’t possess the level of intelligence necessary to understand how both those things can exist at the same time. But I know it happens, Zoe. I know it’s possible. I know you can and will be those things I said you can be.”
