My visceral, physical reaction to Charlottesville taught me something new about myself: that my inherited and generational trauma as a Jew runs deeper than I’d imagined. The spectacle of Nazis proudly marching with swastikas, anti-Semitic slogans, and the endorsement of a sitting U.S. President hit me in a fundamental way, connecting me more in one moment to my ancestors than anything has before.

I shook. I could not cry. I shielded my five-month-old baby’s eyes.

But Charlottesville taught me nothing new about this country or this moment. Oppression, bigotry, and racism have always defined the U.S. We are a country…

Jill Marcellus

parent of a tiny human | strongly in favor of naps | they/them pronouns

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