The Fight for Democracy Begins

Eight years ago, my sister and I stood together on the National Mall and watched as a young senator walked out into the freezing cold and took the reins of a nation that had long veered off course. We felt relief beyond words to know that our country would be led by a man of integrity and decency, a man who believed in science and reason. A patriotic man who honored all of us, no matter our background.

This year, we weren't standing on the Mall as we were then. But spiritually we were in the same place. We were standing with those whose voices aren't often heard—with people who have continued to be disenfranchised, their votes suppressed, their citizenship seen as a threat. We were standing with a diverse array of Americans against misogyny, racism, bigotry, and authoritarianism. We were standing with those who understand that praise for, and vital assistance from, the likes of Vladimir Putin is a disqualification from being the leader of the free world. 

At noon, we heard cannon fire in the distance. Moments later, it began to rain. I felt a shudder of fear, but was with someone to whom I've always looked up, who embodies as a mother and doctor what this country can and will be. Together we were confident that the patch of earth under our feet—and under the feet of those marching today—is where the future of America resides.