An old white man with a bad spray tan and a funny haircut pops up on my computer screen again, bloviating, telling me how great America is going to be as he systematically dismantles and discounts everything I thought made it great in the first place, and rather than the usual surge of anger, I find myself overcome with sadness.
"You know why it makes you sad?" my co-worker says when I try to explain it to her. "You're a feeling human being."
I start to tear up a little as I reply, "I just want to say it one last time before he goes: my president is black."
One year ago today: A Momentary Truce
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