Death, murder, hatred, bigots, slogans, tiki torches, dog whistling, tacit defenses, arrogant bravado. The last several days have rivaled November 8th and soon thereafter in tumult and unrest with the same Orange gravity well. Wishful thinking, but I don't believe this can continue. I can't wrap my thoughts, much less my writing, around these events.
Ruminating on the most divisive wound of all this, the description of white supremacists as "very fine people", there's no depth of thought to how I have processed the ignorance of the president. The best I can do is as follows.