I thought my sense of personal awareness and comfort would somehow armor me against the unhappiness of life, against problems I saw in the world around me. And up until today, I think maybe it had. Maybe it still can.
I worry about the safety of other people out voting in more populous places, both from Trump-loving bullies and potential ISIL supporters. Both of them seem to be threatening to wage a war on American voters this year, and their tactics of intimidation and fear seem frighteningly similar.