![]() ![]() I decided right then and there that I was going to write a story about dragons and rage. I pulled over and felt my anger and frustration expand within me, igniting my bones and blistering my skin. And here we were, an entire generation later, facing the same goddamned thing. Hill, and their dismissive and diminishing and offensive comments. I remembered the looks the senators gave Prof. I remembered how galvanizing that moment was for me at 15. I gripped the steering wheel and watched my child shake her head, realizing with a start that I was her exact same age when Anita Hill testified to another similarly disinclined group of senators. ![]() My daughter and I listened, barely breathing, as Christine Blasey Ford resolutely testified to the details of her sexual assault to a room full of senators who did not seem particularly inclined to listen to what she had to say, to say nothing of altering their vote. We were at the tail end of a particularly dreadful Supreme Court nomination hearing, and I, like many women in America, felt a crushing sense of ominousness and doom. On a particular afternoon, I drove my minivan through the rainy streets with the radio on, my 15-year-old daughter sitting at anxious attention next to me. Sign up for our newsletter to get submission announcements and stay on top of our best work. ![]()
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