I grew up in Charlottesville. My mom still lives there. Many of my friends still live there. If I could afford it, I would live there still. It is a beautiful town. Of course, it has its problems, like all cities do. But it is a city full of love. This weekend, it has also been full of hate mongerers, most of whom are not locals.
Watching my hometown be overrun has been sickening, quite literally. My stomach has been in knots and I’ve shed quite a few tears. I’m so angry that my beloved Charlottesville is now known worldwide because of racism and violence. Watching converage on TV is surreal, because it’s so foreign to who I know my city to be. Those riot police and national guard marching down my streets can’t really be there. That car can’t really be running people down on my favorite place for an after-dinner stroll. This can’t be. Not really.
It’s not that I didn’t know that there were people out there like this. I knew it. But I didn’t know there were so many of them – the bigots who showed up this weekend are but a fraction of who else is out there, lurking. And I naively thought they were out THERE, not HERE. I naively thought that that terrorist movement was mostly populated by older generations – that someday we’d just age out of racism. But most of the people who showed up were young men. They’re renewing their ranks.
I’ve struggled a lot with what to say, and I’ve mostly found that I don’t have words. So I’m going to let some other people say some words for me. Their writing doesn’t encompass ALL of my thoughts on this, but they’re a good start. Please take a moment to click the link below.
Source: My fellow white Americans.