It is at times such as these that I am grateful that my daughter isn’t old enough to know what’s going on in our world. As a native Virginian and lover of Charlottesville (my brother graduated from UVA and I attended UVA’s Summer Enrichment Program for several years), I have no words. If I had to put into words what happened, I think they’d go something like this, from my somewhat limited understanding:
A bunch of folks decided to protest the removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee, a Confederate war hero, in a rally called Unite the Right; however, a bunch of additional white folks who don’t like people who are different from them (different religion, color of skin, etc.), whose hearts are full of hate, whose minds are totally closed, who now have a platform for voicing their cruel demands, have taken off their hoods and are raising their voices, signs and weapons in an effort to hurt, and yes, kill innocent people. People got hurt. People died. An angry, racist twenty-year-old drove a car into a crowd of innocent people and a young woman died.
It took our president two full days to condemn these people and their murderous intent. They are being called lots of things: white nationalists, white supremacists, neo-Nazis. I call them subhuman, which ironically, would really upset them.