Every Inch of Ground ~ Thursday, January 15, 2026

At Middlebury, She Hoped to Start Fresh. In Trump’s America, It Seemed Impossible.

Lia Smith was a senior at Middlebury College, a transgender woman and, for a time, an athlete on the school’s diving team. But she struggled to feel accepted, and in October, she took her own life.

By Juliet Macur

Juliet Macur reported this story from Middlebury, Vt., and Woodside, Calif., and interviewed more than a dozen people who knew Lia Smith

Jan. 5, 2026

https://www.nytimes.com/2026/01/05/us/middlebury-college-trans-student-suicide.html

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If you are having thoughts of suicide, call or text 988 to reach the 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline or go to 
SpeakingOfSuicide.com/resources for a list of additional resources.

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It is sad, very sad, so very sad
for people not to see the big picture

yes, not the movies but as life changes
objects and people come and go, the bad
understand nothing but act like they do

as if they were good, and maybe, for sure
really before they made their exchanges
exchanges for power, when they were good

held in check for so many years, they grew
arguably for the worse, who can say
venture into the capital idea
in a world, easy to control, the gray
neutrality of a panacea
given social media, new dead wood

the fact that people move on and let go
how this failure to fight against forces
overwhelmingly unfriendly becomes
ugly and grotesque, the courage to know
given the political climate, change
haunts our memories with nightmares, horses
taught to draw a person into the slums
slums of unhappiness, where the future

obeys certain orders, as to derange
forgotten ideas of power made strong

sad, so very sad, very, very sad
until the light turns green, we face the wrong
indeed, the wrong way, as we face the bad
challenged by what to do, a face unsure
inhibited by public opinion
decide or falter, act without mistake
ethics cannot face the consequences

create a resistance with dominion
as forthright as bold leaders of the past
leave the present to hawks of prey, they take
liberties away and build tall fences

ordinarily, on the fence, we sit
realizing at some point we must cast

the dice on the table, to take a chance
emerge a different person, face our fate
xenophobia reigns supreme, one glance
the wrong direction, we are dead, not great

it is our legacy, seen bit by bit
for whatever reason removed, my bad

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