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DHSKMdzVYAANuF2It’s Sunday, August 20th and this has been one really tough week for the city of Charlottesville. Yesterday the media finally cleared out and we are left alone to grieve for our city, and to try to heal.

I might not be able to adequately express what this week was like. I might fail miserably at it, in fact. But I have to try.

My family and I struggled with whether or not we were going to stand up to those invading our town…whether we should brave the streets of Charlottesville in the name of equality and inclusion. My daughter and I had attended the KKK rally back  in July. It was certainly hectic, and I thought of that crowd multiplied by 5. That was scary enough.

Screen Shot 2017-08-18 at 10.59.02 AMThen I woke up to this on Saturday morning and the decision was clear…hubby and I felt the risk was too great, so we hunkered down in front of CNN and MSNBC to watch the events unfold.

It was exhausting. Watching the streets I have walked on, streets right around the corner from my office, being invaded by verminous thugs wearing riot gear, carrying guns, sticks, and batons was sickening.

We were in the middle of watching a live interview on CNN with a clergy member when she suddenly said, “I gotta go!” and was literally yanked out of the camera’s view and hustled to some safe location. Shortly thereafter, the shit hit the fan.

ss-unite-the-right-rally-20-546p-rs_3788f269ac38bbdd88b5e2d735866d15.nbcnews-ux-2880-1000We’ve all watched the images of water bottles flying through the air, fist being thrown, and clouds of pepper spray. See that newspaper box flying through the air? That is the paper I work for. And the other box with Real Estate Weekly on it? That’s mine too.

la-na-charlottesville-beating-20170813-1Once the police finally broke it up, the madness didn’t stop. We watched as some poor dude got the shit beat out of him at the entrance to the Market Street parking garage. We watched as he struggled to get away, tripping and falling repeatedly, with blood down his face.

It wasn’t even noon yet.

When I first saw the footage of the car attack my stomach hit the floor. I’ve walked up that street a thousand times – my office is just 4 storefronts away from that intersection. Cars traveling down that street are required to stop and wait, for no matter how long, until pedestrian traffic on the Downtown Mall is clear before you can proceed.

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I am AMAZED that nobody else was killed. That is a one-way street, so there is no need to see if traffic is coming from the opposite direction. My family and I spent the rest of the afternoon in a zombie-like state, staring at the TV and checking social media.

We are local, so we were getting reports from friends who were in Charlottesville that day. Hell, 5 of my coworkers were in and around the scene reporting for our paper. Facebook and Twitter were invaluable sources of information on that day.

And then trump went on the air. I cannot tell you how disgusted I was by his statements. Many sides. Fuck you. While I’ll admit Charlottesville folks were throwing punches, we were DEFENDING our city. We didn’t march in with clubs, guns, tiki torches, shields and bottles filled with urine.

If this vermin had never slithered into Charlottesville, our good people would have been spending that Saturday morning eating breakfast at Bodo’s, milling around the City Market with their baskets and man buns, or sipping coffee at the Mud House.

Do we not have the right to defend our city?

Sunday, August 13th
We headed into town. We felt the need to be there…to clean up if need be, and to support local businesses. There was still a very large media presence in town. The photo below was where most of the fighting had happened a mere 24 hours earlier.

20170813_121843Market Street, which the day before had been filled with Nazi slime, was now pretty much empty. I was glad to see our celebrate and embrace diversity banner was not torn down the day before.

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20170813_122011This is my poor little C-VILLE box…all battered and bruised from from being treated like a volleyball on Saturday. It actually held up quite well – the door wouldn’t open, but it held it’s shape surprisingly well.

At 2 pm we attended the Jason Kessler press conference. What a shit show that turned out to be. Lots of people were milling about, jockeying for position in front of City Hall. Hubby managed to get a spot right behind a CBS news crew.20170813_135916.jpgDavid Begnaud, who spent a lot of time covering these events, was right in front of us. I’d see him quite a few times around town over the next few days. Kessler, shown in the background of the photo above, was jeered from the second he stepped foot outside the building.

20170813_134147Snipers were at the ready…

20170813_135753.jpgIt didn’t take long for him to be approached and chased out of town. It was sort of angry mob-like, but without the violence and tiki torches. And let’s be fair. Kessler had tweeted “Heather Heyer was a fat, disgusting Communist. Communists have killed 94 million. Looks like it was payback time.” He’s lucky he left town with his ball in tact.

And we visited 4th Street. This is what it looked like on Sunday.

20170813_120640This is how it looked on Friday…

IMG_0375The entire street is a chalk tribute to Heather. It is sort of a sacred spot, which is why a couple of do-gooders erased the “Burn in Hell” over Jason Kessler’s name, along with the suck dick comment to the left.

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IMG_0370Her memorial on Wednesday had the Downtown Mall packed once again. It was a sea of purple, and thank goodness was void of any vermin…they had said they were going to “protest” her memorial. Fat chance fuckers…

IMG_0341The gentleman in the bow tie is Heather Heyers boss.

20170816_110151During the memorial, those who could not get in to the Paramount stood in solidarity outside.

IMG_0380.jpg I don’t know how long it’s going to take my town to get over this. There is going to be much finger pointing and much arguing. After seeing what happened in Boston yesterday, it’s apparent that the rallies in Charlottesville could’ve been handled a lot better.

The police stood by for most of the violence, only intervening when they were given orders to. Where were they when a newspaper box was a projectile weapon? Where were they when a man was getting the living shit beat out of him in a parking garage A MERE 15 FEET FROM POLICE HEADQUARTERS???

When the KKK came to town, they had barricades set up to keep the two sides apart. Why wasn’t that done this time? Why in the world was 4th Street, where all those people were run over, open to traffic?

There are lots of questions. This might not be over for a long, long time.

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Today I came back from my lunchtime walk to see several instant message alerts from my daughter in high school.

It seems that during her World History class, a boy who sits near her pulled her chair out from under her when she went to sit down. She was hurt and humiliated in front of her whole class. And me? I was furious.

I don’t understand why stuff like this happens. How a human being can think that it is ever a good idea to make another person look foolish when they have done nothing to you. Even that douchebag Trump waits until you criticize him before he throws you under the pussy grabbing bus.

Do you know the last time I pulled a chair out from under somebody? I was around 7 years old, and I did it to my babysitter to get a laugh out of my older siblings. The next day my parents tore me a new one, saying how I could have hurt her badly. I still remember that today, and I’ve never even contemplated pulling that stunt since.

I was a child then, but this kid? He should know better.

She spent that period crying, and trying not to show it. She texted me that she wanted to turn around and smack him, that she was really tempted to do it. I told her to think of what Michelle Obama said…”when they go low, you go high.”

She answered, “LOL true” and took the high road.

That’s MY daughter. A girl who is always friendly to others, who calls out bullies and who tries to be a good role model and top student. And what did she get in return? Some fuckwad who has no manners that thought he would brighten his day by humiliating my child.

I called the school to report it. See, it happened in front of a substitute and I didn’t want this little dickhead to think he got one over on her. Plus, my husband ranted to the assistant principal when he picked her up from school. He’ll get written up for it, and I’m fine with that. I didn’t expect him to get expelled or anything.

I just hope the school lets his parents know. I hope this “write up” goes home. Because mom & dad need to know that their little angel has shit on his halo. And they need to teach him how to respect people that have done absolutely nothing to him.

And my kid? She knows we’ve got her back. Big time.

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Every morning when I take my 3 mile walk, I see no less than 5 people walking their dogs. There is the old lady with the shih zu, the couple with the hound dogs, and the man with the 3 crazy white shnauzers. He knows his dogs are crazy, so he crosses the street when we pass.

This morning I learned how thankful I am that he takes his role as a dog owner seriously – especially when you know your pets are high strung.

As I was rounding a corner this morning a woman with two very large dogs was attempting to walk them. I say “attempting” because both of these animals were somewhat maniacal, and she was getting yanked to and fro like a rag doll. I was a little concerned, but she was on the other side of the street, so I figured I’d be safe.

But once the golden retreiver noticed me, and saw that I was turning onto “his” street, he jumped towards me. Not only was his leash freakishly long, but the woman had absolutely no control as she was getting yanked in the opposite direction by the other very large dog on a very long leash.

The golden retreiver jumped up on me, and I put both hands up and simultaneously pushed away with a “hey puppy!” – trying to seem friendly rather than threatened. I immediately felt a sting on the side of my boob as I quickly walked away. I figured he must have gouged me with a claw – but you know what? I think that little turd actually bit me.

When I got a little further down the road I checked out my boobie – sure enough I could see the beginnings of a bruise. But once I got home and in the shower, I noticed a smaller red mark higher up, which to me indicates a bite rather than a claw.

I’m thankful that I had one of my heavy-duty bras on this morning – I think had I not, he may have broken the skin. I also noticed his leash was the kind included a strap that went over his muzzle…that might have saved me a little too. If his mouth was unrestrained I might be talking stitches…and lawsuits. Cause my insurance sucks.

I’m telling you, if I see this woman with her lunatic dogs again, I am stopping dead in my tracks with my arms up until she is safely past. Because unlike the man with the 3 crazy schnauzers, she seems totally unaware that not only are her dogs nuts, but that they need to be walked one at a time and on a very short leash.

Or maybe if I see her, I’ll just turn around and walk someplace safer.