There comes a time when we are forced to face our deepest, darkest fears. And it is during these times that the true nature of our being presents itself. For me, that time came on August 11, with the spectre of white nationalists marching with torchlights on the University of Virginia campus.
They had foregone the pointed white hoods of their forebearers. Instead, they proudly bared their faces and clenched their fists. I could tell they had raged among themselves in their “safe space” of the internet for far too long. Not anymore.
The clarion call of ‘now or never’ had been rung by their leaders, Richard Spencer and David Duke. It was time for them to stand up and defend their version of the United States of America — red-blooded, white-skinned and blue-eyed.
Their chant of “White Lives Matter” was heard around the world when they marched. It was met on campus by students in a counter-protest. Heated arguments led to pushing and shoving, kicks and punches, clouds of pepper spray.
Their march continued through downtown Charlottesville the following day. The violence escalated. Heather Heyer, a Charlottesville paralegal, was there to stand up to hate and discrimination. A white nationalist plowed into the crowd of counter-protesters and killed her.Read The Full Article