I had thought that the scariest sight that weekend would be the images of the “Unite the Right” rally. Men can be scary enough on their own. Men with violent ideologies are simply terrifying. The white supremacist rally was toxically masculine, looked utterly fascist and sounded like a historical period that should never be repeated.
“I think, I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, it just all comes back…It’s not really anything he said or anything he did. It was…the feeling that came along with it. And…the crazy thing is I don’t know if I’m ever gonna
“Commencement”: though the word is rhetorically indicative of a beginning, it has trouble escaping its connotation––at least for students––as the official conclusion, the shake of the hand, and the goodbye to the thousands of pages and hours, myriad lunch debates, late-nights, page-tabbing, research forays, and all that comes along with the pursuit of a liberal