Mike Luckovich – Atlanta Journal Constitution

The silence began with a crash. The earth-shattering rumble resonated with a deep bass first, followed quickly by a sharp pitch so piercing it almost sounded like dying. As soon as the orchestral chaos unfolded, there was nothing left to hear…or perhaps, no one left to hear it. The bright orange swirling fire, surrounded by thick, black smoke, danced to its own silence. Filling the void left behind. The charred hand that reached out touched a landscape altered by the madness. Familiar objects now unrecognizable. The shuffling of debris heard in echos. Speech rendered unless for the mind cannot speak. Stillness. Removing the self from the body in an attempt to grasp what happened.

What is happening?

What to Know

Donate to the ACLU to help protect civil liberties. Our courts are going to have a busy four years (hopefully less).