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.
I've been sitting with this for a while feeling absolutely numb with fear, and I don't know that I'm ever going to get more ready to speak about this tragedy.
I spent election night in New York. As we took a break for outlets and wifi in the Port Authority Bus Terminal, we checked the election results as they rolled in.
I saw this opportunity to write a piece on my feelings about this election, and I jumped at the opportunity to create a laundry list of all the reasons why I'm upset, confused, and fearful.
I believed. I believed in a country that was good and hopeful, where women could be treated the same as men, where racial justice could be served, where immigrants like my grandmother could thrive, and where the LGBTQ+ community could be equal.