When I read that Nancy Pelosi’s husband had been bludgeoned with a hammer inside his home last week by an attacker yelling “Where is Nancy?”, my first reaction was visceral – I could think only of how excruciatingly painful that must have been. My second thought was like a slowly dawning horror: What else would the attacker – who was found with duct tape and zip ties on him – have done if he’d found the woman he was seeking?
