My parents moved to this country nearly 25 years ago. I wish I could say that being born and growing up in America has always made me feel like I belonged, but it has not.
I am a twenty-one-year-old woman and a senior in the College; last July a man whose name I don’t know raped me; last night this country knowingly elected a serial predator.
This election is personal. Nervous introductions filled my first day as an intern at Embassy Moscow’s Press Office, but, by that evening, I realized I had met mostly men.