It was an ordinary night. Until I scrolled through my Twitter feed. One word stood out to me: Charlottesville.
And my heart sank. UVA. And my heart sank some more.
UVA is one of the few places that’s ever felt like home to me. And better yet, it’s one of the few places that superficial value didn’t matter. (Ironic, as the uniform of popped collars, sundresses, and North Face jackets is nothing but superficial.) For those of you who don’t know my heritage, I’m multiracial. I grew up in an one stop light town where the first day of hunting season was an excused school holiday.