When We Will Not See the Fruits of our Labors

Yesterday I, like thousands of others, visited the final resting place of Susan B. Anthony. I paid my respects to a woman who never saw her efforts come to fruition. But I voted. Her efforts were not for her, they were for me. And that’s the greatest gift anyone can give.

Last night friends called me crying and I couldn’t shed a tear because I sat in disbelief.

My adult life will now likely be defined by a man and a Congress that has been set up to pass his every whim. His efforts, like Susan B. Anthony’s, as the Supreme Court and the fabric of our nation is redefined, will last long after he disappears. But the effect will be far from the positive change Anthony left behind. My generation may never fully recover.

But what about the generations after? How can I do for them what Susan B. Anthony did for me? How can I take action?