I’d just finished reading Brett Wilkins’ diary on hate crimes. Then I read another apologies-needed diary. OK. I apologize to everybody. Every freaking person that got offended by anything that possibly happened during this election: I’m sorry. I’m sorry that it turned into a shit sandwich. I’m sorry that folks worked their hearts out and donated more than they could afford. I’m sorry we had two great candidates and only one slot. I’m sorry for what’s about to happen to millennial women. And transwomen. And all women. And pretty much the other 99.9% of us—I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we don’t have an edit comment feature because I’m eternally sorry for some comments I’ve made. And I’m sorry that endlessly debating the past means nothing. But it means nothing.
And I’m sorry that a woman of towering accomplishment, who has done more to make a difference in the world than I can even comprehend, who has been viciously attacked her entire life for trying to make a difference, who worked her heart and soul out for us and somehow, superhumanly, consistently acted with integrity and grace while fighting a monster—I’m especially sorry for her. I didn’t have her back. For that, I am truly, truly sorry.