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A Horrified American

The January 6, 2021 attack on the U.S. Capitol by a pro-Trump mob shook my world.

I was born in the nation’s capital, and proudly stood on the Capitol steps as an awkward pre-adolescent. I lived in the Washington, D.C. metro area throughout the turbulent ‘60s and ‘70s and watched the bicentennial celebration from the Capitol lawn. In the early ‘80s, I worked on Capitol Hill, covering congressional hearings for a national trade group.

Nothing prepared me for this week’s insurrection, sedition, coup or whatever you choose to call it. Now an Atlantan, I barely had time to celebrate Georgia’s Blue Wave before ghastly images of Americans storming our Capitol splashed across the news. This siege by Trump supporters, incited by a maniacal president, crossed the line, literally and figuratively.

It scares me to see how far our nation has fallen. Truth has to matter. Standing up for what’s right and doing what’s right has to matter. It’s my sincere hope that my childhood belief in a just and free America will be restored for my children and grandchildren. Our leaders, who walk up these Capitol steps, must do whatever it takes to set things right and make life better for all of us.

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