The children were playing in the kitchen. My husband and I spoke in whispers about the horror unfolding in Charlottesville, Virginia, where white nationalists and white supremacists held a “Unite the Right” rally that quickly turned violent.
Fistfights broke out; racial slurs were hurled; Nazi salutes were given. The images coming out of Charlottesville bore an eerie resemblance to 1930s Germany, compounded with the boldness of the KKK during its resurgence in 1960s America.
It physically hurts to look at the pictures. Swastikas on flags. Masked and hooded KKK members carrying torches. Bodies flying into the air as a white nationalist intentionally drove a speeding car into a crowd of counterprotesters, ending with the death of a 32-year-old woman.