[ In Washington DC, the Senator is far and removed from a lot of the vandalism that the imports as a whole have been seeing. In some ways, it's good, in others, it's bad, and the Senator doesn't like feeling all that removed from the rest of the community. It's clear, when he turns on his comm that he hasn't been sleeping -- probably because he's been worrying about this.
Next to him are a stack of letters, and he pulls the one from the top, and starts reading. ]
"Dear Senator Hundred, my name is Steven Stevenopholis." [ The paper lowers, Mitchell looks at the camera, deadpan. Really dude? ] "I am a contractor in De Chima, where I work very hard to support my wife and three daughters. We live modestly, in a small home on the outskirts of the city. My wife works as a teacher, and our three daughters are in school. We're trying to save money to give our girls the opportunity to go to college, but times are hard, and it can be difficult to save money on a good day, with the way the economy is. Last year, De Chima was ransacked by metahumans of your making, and De Chima was too dangerous for me to work, my wife and daughters had to stay home out of fear of their lives, and people were running the streets breathing fire, and lifting cars. It can be hard to keep going, when you fear for your life, and we try constantly to find a way to leave the city and move elsewhere, but there's nowhere to go. Right now, we have jobs, but leaving could mean that we can't support our family. I am writing to you because you are my senator, because you swore last year that you would help protect us, but... I'm starting to wonder if anyone can, when imports are involved."
[ Mitch put the letter down, and folded his hands. ]
Clearly, I could sit here all day and read these. [ The stack next to him is over a foot high of envelopes and letters. ] I... am somewhat removed from the vandalism up in DC, but that doesn't mean that I haven't felt the impact of what's happening. Just not... like the rest of you have.
I've been told by some of my colleagues in the Senate that there will be some organizing over the next few days, and we'll be trying to smooth things over starting tomorrow. I encourage each and every one of you to listen to what our companions in the world have to say. If we have the opportunity to listen, to learn what it is we've done, and it's the only way we can come together to move on.
If we can listen, and accept what we've done, we can move on. Please talk to the people who were here before us, listen to what they have to say. And maybe... let's try to build some positive relationships for the future. If we're reviled, we can't protect either ourselves or the people here. Trust me, I've, ah, been in that situation. [ He scratched the side of his face. ] We can't do anyone any good unless we can come together.