by Amy Trask
There’s a kind of heartbreak that comes not from surprise, but from recognition. We knew what the Big Beautiful Bill was. We read the fine print, saw the projections, understood the stakes. We knew this bill was not built to lift us up. It was built to break us. Still, when the final vote came down—after seven hours of procedural maneuvering and last-minute concessions—it hurt.
It hurt because this wasn’t just a policy decision. It was a values decision. It told us, in no uncertain terms, who half of this Congress is willing to fight for—and who it’s willing to leave behind. It told us that if you are poor, if you are sick, if you are working-class, if you are trying to survive in a system that was never built for you—this government will not protect you. It is a moral turning point that demands we meet it with honesty, with courage, and with resolve.
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