Nazis are marching unmasked in Charlottesville Virginia and we're on the brink of nuclear war with North Korea. What world am I living in? 2017, go home. You're drunk!
Can you see their rage? Their hate? Their horribleness? You know what? You can. Because they're unafraid, unashamed, and unmasked. That terrifies me more than anything. These horrid excuses for humans want me and my husband dead or maimed, or deported at best. Deported to where? To a concentration camp or something? What am I supposed to think? What is my handsome Latino immigrant husband supposed to think? How should one feel seeing hate speech and violence being fiercely protected even as the police allow black men to be beaten and arrest peaceful counter protestors?
I'm so disappointed in humanity right now. I thought we figured out that Nazis were evil way back in the forties. I had myself convinced that this hate was going to die with my parents' generation. But no. Young people like me are out their on the front lines, fighting for… genocide. For white supremacy. For hate. Fighting to strike terror in the hearts of myself, my loved ones, and so many more. They want ethnic cleansing! They want to rule the world!
I can't even begin to understand why. Have these people not read history books and seen photos of the concentration camps that their ideology built? Of course they have. We all have. But somehow they're sick enough to think that there's something worthwhile about such a thing. Somehow harming others because of their skin color, ancestry, religion, place of birth, gender
identity or sexual orientation is… the right thing to do? Somehow that is the conclusion they've drawn. Where oh where have we as a society gone wrong in teaching history?
Was it overt, constant, all-permeating whitewashing that did this? Or was it media objectification of POC bodies? Was it the nationalism that's encouraged from a young age? Or was it white poverty? Was it liberalism? Conservatism? Or are humans just trash? We as one human race need oh-so-desperately and ever so belatedly to ask ourselves these questions and fix this sh** before more people die.
In memory of Heather Heyer, age 32. She died in the street, marching against Nazis. May her memory inspire and encourage others to fight for justice for all.