They Want You To ‘Move On’ From January 6. Resist.

I’m not forgetting. You shouldn’t either

I spent the morning of January 6 nervous, and it had nothing to do with politics. The night before, I’d watched the results of the Georgia Senate runoff races and celebrated with my fellow Georgians as the races turned in the direction of Raphael Warnock and Jon Ossoff, but I couldn’t stay up too late. My father, who is 71 and lives in nearby Winterville, was having sinus surgery at 10 a.m. It was sinus surgery, it wasn’t a triple bypass, but still: It’s a 71-year-old having a three-hour surgery that required him to be put under. Four years ago, his 92-year-old mother went under for a surgery and never woke up. It was still fresh in his mind. I know it was fresh in mine.

Things were unsettled in my own home as well. My wife and my youngest son Wynn had been exposed to Covid, so they were isolated upstairs in our bedroom; my older son William, diligently plowing through the perils of virtual school, stayed downstairs with me. I was worried about my dad, I was worried about my wife and young son, I was worried about whether my kids were actually learning anything or just staring blankly at a screen all day, I was worried about all the things people worry about when their lives have stakes, when they’re not focused on the world outside of their own, when they’re just…