JFC, y’all.

Told you so.

I cried in November 4 years ago. Sobbed. Woke up sobbing, cried all day, drove to the coffee shop 45 minutes away to be with my people and we stood there and held each other, shaking, crying, angry, scared. I called my mom that night and said, “He won’t leave. There’s no way there will be a peaceful transition of power.”

People called me a snowflake, told me to get over it, told me to leave. They didn’t understand that I wasn’t crying for a lost election, I was crying for a lost country. I was crying because for all its flaws, I always saw that laid into the…