Roiling within us, like warm moist air, are memories of past mistakes and a host of personal beliefs and biases. On the outside, from the imagined thoughts or real injuries from another person or situation, flows the cool, dry air. Over years, or in a splintered second, the dry wind swirls with that inner moist air and . . .
Police and civil rights activists clash, fire hoses spraying, dogs lunging at the end of leashes.
The national guard, all young, grasping weapons, form lines on a college campus. They face the rebellious students, all young, their clenched fists raised in the air. A storm of bullets is released.
21st century Nazis march, in polo shirts and jeans. Some have, not long before, serviced someoneâ€™s car or managed a portfolio. But how skewed their hateful views are about our nationâ€™s past and todayâ€™s diverse culture. They clash with others that also earn a paycheck and yet possess a different, more complex version of history and society. They are last yearâ€™s Charlottesville and this yearâ€™s looming headline. Continue reading →