…I had no idea what happened in Charlottesville, Virginia this weekend.
Sitting in the front row of church this Sunday, I squirmed as Pastor Ed denounced violent acts and racism of any kind. He expressed dismay over “recent acts in Charlottesville,” but I literally had no idea what he was talking about.
What happened? What did I miss? Why doesn’t the Skimm start emailing news on the weekends?
Later I searched online and found a few articles outlining the sequences leading up to a young man driving a car into a crowd of people. I don’t know about you, but I avoided any links to actual video and went straight to the comments, immediately seeing that already further division had begun. There were cries of misunderstanding, anger towards groups as a whole, blame and more blame.
After bathing my brain in angry commentary, I felt racist for not knowing what was going on. I felt racist for not wanting to know. I felt racist for hoping that the media was somehow spinning this. I felt racist for taking so long to say anything.
And the longer I waited to speak up, the more I felt like my silence would be construed as a nod of approval.