As a parent of a young child, I worry about that on a daily basis. We’ve worked hard to build a good life for ourselves and provide a good future for our kid here, but maybe that was all for naught. I’m constantly doing the mental calculus on what it would mean to start from scratch in new country. Leave our family and friends, give up our jobs, our home, everything that’s ever been considered normal to us. How bad does American life have to get before pulling that ripcord? I’m angry about the open oppression of minorities, immigrants, and trans people. I’m angry that our president talks about claiming Greenland by any means necessary and tries to rewrite history about Putin’s war on Ukraine. I’m angry that the orange man thinks tariffs are a viable economic strategy. I’m angry that education and medicine and science and the rule of law are under attack. I’m angry that our congress has rolled over and does nothing to slow the power grab of the executive branch. As bad as those things are, what really concerns me is the possibility of economic ruin, civil war, revolution, or just the general idea that America has forsaken its values. That’s not a future I want for my child. It blows my mind that I have to worry about that, but here we are.