It’s an awful feeling to watch what feels like the gradual implosion of my country from overseas. Worse yet to feel like even those on the front lines, with all the tools of modern technology at their disposal, trying to stand up for what they believe is right for everyone, are being woefully out-gunned by a machine of money and power that has artfully refined its ability to turn aside dissent with an almost literary authoritarianism.
It’s also something of a guilty satisfaction to watch from another country, especially a prosperous one, knowing I have some insulation from the self-destruction. And it’s incredibly sad to think that a place I still feel is so naturally and creatively wondrous is decaying at the hands of the paranoid and nearsighted.
Empathy for an individual may hit home, but empathy for everything you call home leaves you reeling.