There are days I wake up, and I'm not sure what country I live in anymore.
There are days I wake up and want to go right back to sleep in the hopes that this surreal landscape of government-sanctioned injustice, corruption and brutality is just a really bad dream.
There are days I am so battered by the never-ending wave of bad news that I have little outrage left in me: I am numb.
And then I get hold of myself, shake myself out of the doldrums, and remind myself that it's not yet time to give up: America needs our outrage and our alertness and our tenacity and our fierce determination to remain a free people in a land where justice matters.
This is still our country.
Don't just sit there.
When you hear that the U.S. government "lost" 1,475 migrant children within its care over a three-month period, in some cases handing them off to human traffickers, don't just chalk it up to incompetent bureaucrats. The Trump Administration's plan to separate immigrant children from their parents at the border should outrage anyone with a moral conscience, especially in light of the government's latest revelation that it is unable to account for the whereabouts of 1500 of those children.