I was now inside the belly of the beast. People were filing into the oversized gymnasium where Trump would soon speak, and I followed. Make America Great Again signs and Trump/Pence 2016 signs were offered, but I didn’t take them. I know what happened to Persephone when she took an offered gift in hell.
Six months ago, almost to the day, I was ushered into a cramped office and told that my career had just come to a screeching halt. Three of us sat in that small and cluttered space, and two sets of eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to say something. Yesterday, I was brought into another office. Its ceiling, 20 feet above me, was decorated with a mural, underscored by a line of intricate wood moldings that encircled the office. And again, two sets of eyes were on me, wondering what I would say.