In the poem, Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night,  Dylan Thomas writes about the dying light of old age. This morning, I read it as the dying light of democracy.

And I am channeling my rage against the dying of the light into my fiction.

History rhymes but for some reason, humans too often forget the basic structure of the story. While what we’re going through today is horrifying, throughout history, powerful men have abused women, children, and less powerful men. That’s why we talk about conquest in terms of raping and pillaging. 

Because men actually raped and pillaged. And they’re still doing it today. On battlefields, in city streets or behind the walls of concentration camps, in corporate boardrooms, and in the home.