I Remember Iryna
As my wife will tell you, I have many faults. But a poor memory is not among them. I remember Iryna Zarutska. I remember what happened to her. And I remember why it happened to her.
You know the noisy ones are trouble. But it’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for. You don’t see us coming. We don’t run through the streets yelling. We vote. We vote like our lives depend on it. Because, in the end, they do.
