Back in 2003, I did not know all that was to come. But I knew enough by the time of my college graduation to believe that we had fought—and failed. We didn’t stop the war. We didn’t stop the policies. We didn’t stop the hate. All that energy and momentum and power of thousands of people in the streets, all that history rushing at our backs as we offered up our bodies and our voices, all that bravery and conviction—what good was it? What good was our fight?
