The MAGA Microcosm.
I decided that if living in these alabaster ‘burbs was God’s best for me, then I needed the Lord to just go and rapture ya girl up to Heaven’s pearly gates.
I’m joking. Kinda.
In all seriousness, I wanted to live - just not like this. Not anymore.
As a child of desegregation, I knew integration was a longed-for hope, but a lost promise. It never truly occurred.
And from the looks of things in the MAGA microcosm I lived within, I wondered if we would ever get there.