Because my 15 year old is on summer break and generally playing on Xbox Live with his friends the whole damned day, he didn't know what had happened in Charlottesville beyond the very barest sketchy strokes. He knew there was a protest over the weekend (he didn't know over what, who was involved or even where) and that something had happened and some people were upset about it. That was the extent of his knowledge.
So last night after dinner, I explained what had gone on and showed him some video and images of the hatred on brazen display, which visibly upset him.*
I reminded him of the morning after the election when I woke him up 2 hrs early, made us both a big breakfast. That morning before school, while we ate, I explained to him what had happened, and what it could mean for the country. And I also told him about the type of people who would likely be emboldened by the election results.
"This stuff," I said last night "is exactly what I was talking about that morning, buddy. I'm sorry and frankly ashamed to show you this, because what happened was shameful and a tragedy. But this is what we have to be on the lookout for. If you see anything like that going on, even if it's just one or two people -- even if it's one of your friends doing it -- you have to tell someone. It can be me, a teacher, a principal, a security guard, a police officer, a manager .... but it has to be somebody. Because this type of hatred has to be opposed, every single time. Because every time it isn't opposed, it wins a small victory."
And that's how you get what happened in Charlottesville: people didn't speak up when they saw hatred large and small. And like toxic mold, it grows and grows in the darkness, until it bursts forth in all its repugnant ugliness.
It was another in a too-long string of unpleasant teachable moments I've had to have with him over the past couple of years.
I really prefer the other kind.
(* He's a very good kid who wears his reactions on his sleeve. When we watched Blazing Saddles, I warned him it featured salty racial language ... but the first time the N-word was said, his eyes got big and he had a shocked look.)