When I sat down to write this intro, I couldn't decide if I wanted to despair or rage. The conversations I have in my head are all over the place. In many ways, I'm feeling every stage of grief at once. There are moments I'm numb and I feel utterly detached from reality. There are moments I'm scared which has lead me to make plans to fortify against the coming tempest. There are moments I'm so sad I can't do anything but cry and hold on as the waves of heartbreak roll through me. There are moments of white hot anger. I want to blame everyone and everything that led us to this point. I want to scream from the top of my lungs, throw things against the wall, and march straight up to the Capitol and give them a verbal dose of my wrath. Then an eerie calm comes over me. You can't sustain those heavy emotions for long. It's too exhausting. But that's what has me most afraid. Everything that has happened now feels all too common. And we can't let it feel that way. We can't yield without a fight against the oncoming storm. As a DC resident, I have a lot at risk. We do not have statehood. We do not have voting representation in Congress. Our laws are reviewed by Congress. When that Congress is Republican, they treat us as a hostile enemy and enact policies on our city that we, its residents, do not want. They use the District as a guinea pig to see what they can get away with. In a worst case scenario, they can even revoke our Home Rule, impose a control board, and run things as they want. My literal health and job are at risk. I had my IUD replaced on Friday. That was three years early, but there is a legitimate risk that I lose access to birth control. I'm making a list of all the vaccines I need to get at my next appointment in case my access to those is removed. My husband and I are talking about what happens if I lose my job. I work in an academic library for a public University. An HBCU no less. Funding for higher ed AND libraries is on the chopping block. (If you thought the current book bans were bad...) In a city that may have no control over its own funds, my University could be forced to close. And, I'm renewing my passport just in case. This was not the to do list Kamala Harris was talking about, but it's the to do list I now have. But I refuse to capitulate to what is coming. Too often, we concede to make things easier in the hope that maybe, just maybe, that will be enough. But when we give an inch, we set a precedent. I am not setting that precedent. As a white woman with means, I am going to use my privilege to stem as much of the tide as I can. I am not giving in without a fight.
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