Charlottesville

Charlottesville

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By Lois Rubins Gross

There aren't many sides.
There aren't even two sides.
There is hate and there is not hate.
An absence of hate may not be love,
But it is tolerance.
in this country we expect, no, we demand tolerance.
This is not a white country or a black country or a country of absolutes.
It is a country that has opened its doors to the stranger,
And that has been it's guiding principle.
The light of burning tiki torches,
Like a mob chasing the Frankenstein monster
Is, itself, monstrous.
White men and some women feeling justified in their hatred,
Should be told that hatred has no purchase in this noble country.
Bruised though we may be after six months of waiting for the other shoe to drop,
Does not mean that chanting mobs are the sound we were waiting to hear.
The sound we wait fruitlessly for is the sound of a real leader emanating from the People's House.
Silence would be better than the mug wump reply of "Both sides are wrong.
Beating a Black man senseless with a stick.
Killing a woman with a long life ahead with your weapons grade car.
These are acts of documented wrongness.
Evil unleashed.
And still the Dear Leader selects his words.
His base should not be offended.
His in-house Fascists can carry a message of support to the revolting crowd.
We, who sit by, who are students of history,
Know the next sound is breaking glass and jack boots in the streets.
We have fulfilled the Chinese prophecy:
May you live in interesting times.
The times have become too interesting and the danger too real.
I prefer times of peace and boredom.
The older I get, the more I appreciate boredom.
The grayer I get, the more I quest for peace

 

Lois Rubin Gross is a librarian, storyteller and book reviewer.

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