The Daily Beast
Getty Images A few years ago, I left behind the comfort and security of my life in Australia–where politics can be brutal but rarely bloody–to chase something bigger in Washington: the messy, electrifying center of global power, where journalism feels urgent, and democracy feels alive. And there I was on Saturday night, at the White House Correspondents’ dinner, hiding under a table as gunshots rang out. Read more at The Daily Beast.
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