My worst memory of January 6 is so very personal. My sister, an Air Force veteran dying of colon cancer, texted me that she was watching the news and was so grieved by what she saw that she wished she were dead. Oh my heart. A few months earlier she went to vote in person and there was a long line. Seeing her frail condition, someone grabbed a chair for her before someone else ushered her to the front of the line. That's the America I want, the America I'm fighting for in my own small way. I volunteer at my polling place to ensure everyone who can legally vote gets to vote, no matter their party.
My worst memory of January 6 is so very personal. My sister, an Air Force veteran dying of colon cancer, texted me that she was watching the news and was so grieved by what she saw that she wished she were dead. Oh my heart. A few months earlier she went to vote in person and there was a long line. Seeing her frail condition, someone grabbed a chair for her before someone else ushered her to the front of the line. That's the America I want, the America I'm fighting for in my own small way. I volunteer at my polling place to ensure everyone who can legally vote gets to vote, no matter their party.