Last night I woke up and sensed something was not right with the world.
I tiptoed into my children’s rooms to make sure they were safe. Instead of finding them fast asleep, they were sitting up in their beds and crying.
“What’s wrong?” I asked them, my mind filled with alarm. “Mommy! Mommy! We’re so sad and scared!” they replied in chorus.
“What is making you so sad, little ones?”
“Why are campaign commercials that blatantly play on people’s fears, working? Why, mommy? And why isn’t anyone challenging campaigns that disseminate pictures for the purpose of fueling the fires of religious intolerance? Tell us mommy! Why is someone who voted for a war that is by most, considered a mistake, saying she has better judgment than someone who knew it was a mistake from the beginning? Why? Why is everyone forgetting about the secretive unethical ways of previous administrations and not noticing how it continues even today with tax filings not being released and Library of Congress records being withheld? Tell us mommy!"
“Shhhhh. Go back to sleep. Everything will be alright. You’ll see.”
Stop making my kids cry, Hillary Clinton.