Some Days I’m a "Hero," Other Days Everyone Hates Me — And That’s Fine

In an age of partisan echo chambers, asking fair questions can feel radical.

When I started The Red Letter, I knew I wasn’t choosing the easy path.

It’s inconvenient to be independent. It’s inconvenient to stand alone.

In a world that rewards tribal loyalty and punishes dissent, true independence isn’t glamorous, it’s lonely. But it’s also essential.

This week, that independence was tested again.