On the inside, the process can be demanding and draining, pushing many to their breaking points. Over the years, tenting has evolved into an operation that can adversely affect the physical and mental health of its participants and those that have committed to overseeing it.
I walk on, my eyes and fingers tracing the walls, which feel warm compared to the frozen sky, my mind wandering and wondering what I will see next, but certainly not anticipating this image that reminds me of mangled flesh—a jagged, convulsing mural of New York Times pages.
Underneath the hazmat suits displayed apocalyptically all over the media are my aunties and uncles. Behind the suffering looming over Wuhan, China are generations of my family’s spirited stories.
As one of Duke’s few Iowans, I’m here to defend our first-in-the-nation caucuses.