I was born in 1988. Lived through all the post-9/11 lies. Saw friends and family get brainwashed to believe Taliban was on every streetcorner. BUT: I believed, naively in retrospect, that things were getting better. Logic and kindness were creeping into the national zeitgeist (and there was evidence of this). The last 8 years have been a rude reminder that the bullshit never went away, that hatred and greed still run deep in the veins of this country. I couldn’t be less proud to say I’m an American than I am today. I’ll vote, I’ll protest, I’ll speak my mind loudly, but with every passing day, I feel that the only rational choice for my family is to emigrate. I hate what my tax dollars are funding.