By Rachel Deitch
It’s 3:40 on Wednesday afternoon and as I sit in my home, blocks from the U.S. Capitol, siren after siren whir by my window and blaring horns are punctuated by the occasional helicopter overhead. Friends locked in the Capitol are texting to keep me updated on their safety. Members of Congress are taking cover in the balcony of the House Chamber. Someone has been shot. At least one undetonated explosive device was found. Virginia’s national guard is on its way.