Charlottesville, a Little Late

I’m from Charlottesville. I moved to DC... a week before the whole Nazi March That Turned Into A Riot That Turned Into a Homicide happened, and I don’t know how to feel. Part of me wishes I was there, knocking nazi skulls. The other part knows that I would have accomplished a grand total of fuck-all had I been there. They came with violence as a goal. But you can’t retreat from nazis. So you gotta use violence to defend yourself and your town. What you end up with is everyone fighting, half out of principle, and half just because there’s fighting everywhere. As far as I can tell, the entire point of civilization was so to minimize the amount of melees and torch-wielding barbarians happening in our vicinity, and I can’t help thinking that there’s someone out there prodding us into chaos just so they can climb the ladder a little higher.

The most obvious suspect is the media, and boy if that isn’t an unpleasant thought, since fascists and white supremacists have embedded themselves in government and law enforcement, the media is the only machine working for liberty.  Ever since Trump appeared, pundits have been righteously indignant about the media valuing his gaudy spectacle over his non-existent substance, but no one has gotten really, REALLY angry about it.  It's easy to get mad at nazis.  It's easy to get mad at the government.  It's harder to get mad at the news.  Not in a "They're biased!" sort of way, but in the "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!  HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US!  YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT US!" sort of way.  I haven't seen that sort of reaction a lot, probably because if I had seen it, it would have had to have been published in the media, who are understandably resistant to publishing scathing, solely disappointed critiques of themselves on their own foreheads, and even less resistant to doing anything that might cost them readers or money.

There's no point to this.  I propose no solution.  I can't think of a good one.  Just disappointment.