Sunday, September 6th, 2020
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Tonight, my heart broke. It did, it cracked open. We live in a small community and I fell in love with this community years ago, right after I fell in love with Ken. He loved this place with all his heart. His mighty heart. And I loved him and so, yeah, the rest is history.
This community Is filled with a collection of people – all walks of life. Every walk of life.
Tonight we drove to town and right on the road – between two trees – was a confederate flag. Right there. On the road. Hanging there – a big confederate flag – as if it were okay. And my heart sank.
That isn’t the Republican way, It’s the trump way.
And for the first time tonight, I actually knew that with every fiber in me. I thought I knew it, but you can’t look at a confederate flag and feel anything but deep pain and deep sadness. The hate. The violence. The vulgarity. The need to destroy and create chaos.
The absolute obscenity.
The unbearable weight of racism.
If you’re a trump supporter you need to own that.
You need to go into your heart and ask yourself: Am I okay with this? With this hate? With this violence?
Ask yourself if you would be okay with a Black friend being massacred because of hate. Your neighbor – who you chat with and who you nod to and wave at when they leave their house; who you sit next to and laugh with – would you be okay with that person – that neighbor, that friend, that co-worker – being lynched or shot or killed because of the color of their skin because that is what that flag represents.