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I turned on the television as usual this morning at 7:30 am. MSNBC.
Vivid scenes of people fighting on a street under blue sky appeared instead of friendly faces of news anchors. It turned out to be a "Unite the Right" march in Charlottesville, Virginia.
Police stood by and watched the melee. Bottles were thrown, people were shoved and pushed down. Many were wearing helmets and some kind of armor and shields.
On Twitter, many people were complaining about the inactivity of the police.
"If this were black people in Ferguson, the police would have wielded force."
I was caught up in it, tweeting and retweeting.
After two hours the permission to march was revoked. It was too violent to be allowed to continue.
Many senators and other leaders spoke out on Twitter--but the POTUS was silent.
Then he spoke--a very vague and weak statement that spoke against violence 'on many sides.'
Then came news that a car had driven into the crowd in Charlottesville on purpose.
Then there was more news: a person had been killed. I cried. The loss of life was so needless.
I tried to carry on, but my heart was heavy. This is life in the US, summer 2017.
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