I love Charlottesville. For nearly a decade, Charlottesville has been my favorite retreat from the chaos of big cities. I have family who live, just barely outside of cell-signal range, in the breathtaking rolling hills west of town. My fiancé, Brad, attended – and I seriously considered attending – the University of Virginia Law School. I love visiting. I’ve explored its romantic colonial streets; hiked its peaceful mountains; day-dreamed about living there forever.
But this year Charlottesville has become a flashpoint for racial tension. After years of studied discussion, the City Council voted in February to remove confederate statutes and rename two confederate-honoring parks. (One of those parks, Stonewall Jackson park, was built after the city in 1914 seized land from private citizens in order to destroy a burgeoning black community.) The parks have since been renamed, but plans to remove the statute stalled when the City was sued under a state law protecting historic monuments. A month ago a small KKK rally at Justice Park (formerly Stonewall Jackson park) was overwhelmed by a thousand counter-protestors. When a “Unite the Right” group applied for a permit to hold a further rally, they had to obtain a federal court order protecting their right to free speech. Counter-protestors again rallied to flood the streets.
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