Dear Katy, Emerson, Andrew and Malcolm:

For much of the past year, you have read my persistent twitter assault on Donald Trump’s fitness for the Presidency.  We have talked about his racism, his misogyny, and his apparent disdain for truth.  At various times we each posited that he had finally done too much; that he would not survive this most recent horror (ridiculing a disabled reporter, the Access Hollywood tape, the debates, his persistent disregard for the truth) and assured ourselves that, although she was not our first choice, Hillary Clinton would ultimately prevail.  Last night, in our own way around the television (or in front of the computer), we despaired.  Indeed, I could barely sleep last night.  And, as I write this note, I am aware of my sadness and my concern for the divided country in which we live.

At the same time, I want you to see…