My Vote Didn’t Matter — or So I Thought
Removing myself from the process wasn’t an act of defiance. It was just the absence of conviction.
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6 min readNov 3, 2020
The prewar buildings of Pelham Parkway in the Bronx are packed closely together, and the recesses between them are always filled with the sounds of the quotidian — pots and pans banging in a mealtime symphony, couples arguing, the…
