“We survived Ceausescu. We’ll survive this idiot, too.”
My mother’s words sink in over the phone the morning after Trump is announced as president-elect. I feel bitterness, hope, anger, and resilience all at once. I want to believe that no single person can have that much influence on day-to-day life, on freedom. But the political is always personal.
As a first-generation Romanian American, I’ve seen the consequences of red politics, communist and conservative, on women’s health and well-being. When Trump is announced as president-elect, thoughts I’ve been...