I remember the night of the 16 election. I remember dread, the culmination of all of the years of seeing us all slip further into misery. I was still searching the web for signs of hope, all alone. Then I looked at the NYT meter that showed the chances of election- it had been pegged for hilz all night. then it started to move. That's when I knew we would win. So I slipped into my life and happily watched Trump do his thing. Then when covid hit I searched for others like me because there was more work to be done. And here I am, not alone anymore. Here to help. We're all here to help aren't we? So what will we tell them? I'll tell them simply- It's time for us to stop being slaves.