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The necessity to arrive earlier, stay later, and work twice as hard (and get paid half as much), simply for the privilege to be allowed to be there, trailed her like a constant shadow.
Facts were facts. But the storyteller steered the narrative and the narrative steered public perception. It was an invisible power.
“The real question is, who the heck’s going to support the most scandal-ridden president in recent memory running again?
He presided with the confidence of a king, a man whose path had been made easy for him by money and name, a man who expected to be accommodated.
“Funny how rich guys are always innocent,” a reporter next to Julia, who’d been on the beat nearly as long as she’d been alive, muttered around the stub of his cigar.
Leave it to a man to think he should decide a woman’s identity, instead of honoring her as she’d wished to be known.
Why did societies feel the need to govern women down to the length of their hair, while refusing them any rights to govern, including, until three years ago, the right to vote?
But in this city, right and wrong don’t matter as much as rich and powerful.”
The reach of these men and their corporations stretched all the way to the White House.
Their power stood unchecked.
The women, as always, would pay the price.
She remembered then what it was to be hated for no particular reason.
