I wrote a comment earlier in response to someone with whom I didn’t disagree; a comment that mostly wrote itself:
People are generally kind and helpful by nature, and it's not just about tribe. It's about being human at our core - the place that makes us love puppies, kittens, babies and cheese. The place that makes the country stand still over a child trapped in a well or a bunch of miners slowly dying on the job. The place in our gut that cries when someone dies and celebrates amazing achievements by those who seem like less yet feel like more somehow. The place that makes us all worth fighting for.
I’m hurting for our country. I find myself more cynical about our government and citizenry than I have ever been – and I’m not an innocent about politics or the sheer craziness that happens when everything is in the now as opposed to an historic narrative. This is entirely and excruciatingly different. And it’s tearing me into pieces that I never imagined could be so personally torn.
I need to defend us – for my own sake. I need to convince myself that we are still good people, good intentioned, good at heart … that we still have one. I need to believe that what our government is rapidly tearing apart is our collective heart, and that we won’t for a second stand for it. That we’ll fight it with all of our protests, all of our journalists and all of our precious votes until we think we can’t draw another breath - then we'll draw a thousand more. That even as millions argue and disagree politically our very humanity still recognizes the simple truth of liberty and justice for all. Are we still here? Can we still be heard? I need to believe that the answer is an unqualified YES.