I still remember Wednesday, November 9, 2016 like it was yesterday. The decision was already clear the night before. But there was something of a nightmarish quality to the previous evening — something surreal. I thought maybe I would wake to a miracle.
I didn’t put on any makeup that morning, because I was crying so much. Not sobbing cries, but lots of leaky, streaming tears. Everything still seemed so surreal.
I was, as always, the first one at the office. I sat there working on spreadsheets and grant reports for an hour until my boss arrived. It was quiet and dark in the office. I still remember that so clearly.
She and I had a contentious relationship, but we both had the same end game: to empower the disempowered. We stared at each other for a moment, then she walked across the room and put her arms around me and we sat like that for a while.
It was probably the only tender, vulnerable moment we shared in the four years we worked together, and neither of us had to say a word. We had not only had our dreams dashed, but were horrified to discover how much of a choke-hold the patriarchy still had on America.
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