Organize

The Nation: I’m Dying. Here Is What I Refuse to Accept With Serenity. Voting is not nearly enough. We need to become organizers. By Ady Barkan

The following Friday, at the ripe old age of 32, I was given my death sentence: The doctor told me I had ALS—amyotrophic lateral sclerosis—which would rapidly destroy all the connections between my brain and my muscles, leading to complete paralysis and death, likely in three to four years.

Three weeks later, our world was turned upside down a second time, when America elected a racist kleptocrat to the White House.