Nine years ago, almost to the day, I declared my opposition to Donald Trump. It didn’t feel like an act of bravery, heroism, or deep principle. It just felt…right. He was crude. He was a vile human being. He was flirting even before his candidacy with a portfolio of toxic racial and authoritarian tools. I’m smart enough to know a decent moral decision when I make one — which isn’t always in my life, by the way — and I knew it was right.
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