What Radicalized You?

If we're born into a way of belief, can we ever sort our way through and eventually out? Or are we stuck for life?

I have a few early memories: falling on a grate in the shag carpet in the upstairs hallway, being chased by a neighbor in a Halloween costume, sitting atop my father’s shoulders in a crowd of shouting people, eye level to placards and signs with bloodied babies on them.

I was a born Republican, raised to the rhythms of the January March for Life, the sne…