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Denise Schipani's avatar

When he won the first time, I was consoling 12 and 14 year old boys who were sobbing. Just sobbing. This time, my older boy, who turns 22 today, was working the polls yesterday, and has spent the last couple of months working for a local Congressional candidate, who lost. The younger son is up at school, and this time I can't hug him. And this time, the stakes feel so much higher. So much so, that there's no scale for them. This is half the country, more than half the country, thinking autocracy is just the ticket to make them feel better about whatever their grievances are. I'm stunned and horrified and sad and exhausted, but I haven't even begun to contemplate what this all really may mean for the future of democracy, for the planet, for everyone. But I'm not done fighting. I said that in a text to my college son this morning, and he said, "I know you'll fight. That's what I love about you." So my two boys are hope, maybe? and your kids, and all our kids? We have to keep fighting. Strength and peace, all.

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Joan Delcoco's avatar

My heart is breaking with yours. I am too numb to put my horror and pain into words, and am grateful to you for doing it for us, so powerfully, so eloquently. Much love to you and your daughter. Love to all of us and to all our daughters -- and sons (based on this result, mine can't imagine bringing a child into this world). This outcome reflects a failure of many things (decency, critical thinking, empathy, etc) but most of all, it's a failure of love, a failure to love. But that thought invites despair. So for this moment, so that I do not collapse, the only emotion I will allow and live into is love. That's what you were doing for your daughter, allowing her to feel safe, while she can. Mine is 26 and I wish I could construct a lie big enough to make her world safe again.

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