Photo by Michael M. Santiago/Getty Images The water was brown — a murky, mud-like, tragic brown. Until that moment, I had never even considered that a color could be tragic in itself. It was years ago, in the middle of a House Oversight Committee hearing on the Flint water crisis. At the time, my older daughter was just a year old. I remember looking out into the audience and seeing a mom holding a baby bottle that looked exactly like the one my baby drank out of — a little bottle, with a pink top. Unlike my daughter’s bottle, however, the water in this bottle was that horrifying, rancid-looking brown.